It had been a long,
Week for you.

I could tell as Monday blended
With Tuesday,
And Tuesday the remainder,
That you had been working…
So hard.

And when Friday finally arrived,
And our week,
Mercifully came to a close,
I sensed your longing for rest,
And peace.

It was clear what I needed to do,
For you.

And so I set out that Friday afternoon,
Before you got home,
To think of everything
You needed done…

And then I did those things.

The plans for dinner?

Nothing special…
I just wanted to prepare something
That I know you would love.

And when you finally got home,
I took the bags from your hands,
And in return,
Handed you a glass of wine.

With a grateful look in your eyes,
You stepped out of those heels,
And trudged upstairs,
To change out of your work life,
To your home life,
With me.

It didn’t matter how long you needed
To undress,
And put those jammies on.
Take all the time you need,
I felt.

This is your time.

No night on the town,
We simply enjoyed a good dinner,
And a few glasses of wine,
While we watched
A classic romance movie…
At home,

With you curled up next to me.

But it wasn’t too long
Before I sensed your eyelids
Getting heavy.

Exhausted from your week,
You gave in to sleep,
And rest…
What you needed,
More than anything.

And I wanted nothing less.

As you journeyed deeper
Into your world,
Your breathing took on
A beautiful rhythm.


As you nestled under my arm,
Your body gifted to me
This glorious thanks.

Everything that I wanted to do,
To help,
And take care of you,
Had been done.

And in this moment of your sleep,
You gave to me the perfect
Gesture of thanks…

The tranquil glory,
And complete commitment,
Of your breathing…
In beautiful sleep.

Your melody.


© 2017 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

10 thoughts on “Melody

  1. Your poem is so respectfully gorgeous! The greatest compliment ..a caring heart for someone else! My dad was that kind of man for my mom!Thank you for this lovely poem by you!

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      1. Thank you! My efforts are not too polished as I’ve only been trying my hand at this since last summer. But what I’ve found, as with “Melody,” is that an idea comes from within…and it’s almost like it demands that I set it free and let it out. That probably sounds a little strange. Maybe that’s what writing is all about.

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      2. Right! I have a very busy life, but I will read your writing! Snow will be here very soon now, going to read so much smart poetry here! Keep writing, enjoy! 🙂

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