Today’s prompt is to write a love poem, one that names at least one flower, contains one parenthetical statement, and in which at least some lines break in unusual places.

Dear Husband
by ARHuelsenbeck

You are my medical 
miracle. (You almost
died three years ago,
but here you are, with
us still.)

Your ears are unreliable
by themselves, but
technology helps you
hear clearly.

Your eyelids, lined with spiky
lashes, remind me of a 
Venus flytrap. I never 
know when the many 
medications you take will 
snap your eyelids closed.

You rely on your
walker (which you 
sometimes call your
stroller) to get around.

Every so often, I
catch a glimpse of
the impish fellow you
used to be, the one
who made my face ache
with laughing.

Thank you for
hanging on. I
couldn’t bear life without
you.