I spent ages looking for that
perfect present for you.
You were always difficult to buy for.
What do you get someone who has the world at his feet
and an easy way with thoughtful things?
That time I asked if you wanted a present
to remind you of our two decades together.
You asked Why? Because I already have
that reminder called wife.
You are a difficult man to buy presents for.
Organised. Careful. Carrying responsibility as lightly as
that handkerchief in your pocket.
Come rain or hail or blistering summer sunshine,
that hard working square piece of cloth
is there to wipe dirt and sneezes, accidents and tears.
So I found a box of four made out of sturdy cotton
and gave it to you with all my love.
An uninspiring gift that speaks of ordinary days.
But I wanted to give you something you needed
and that you kept with you always.

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3 responses to “handkerchief”
What a lovely poem and sentiment. I have to say, I think our husbands would get along. Mine is also tough to buy for and is both a handkerchief and pocket square kind of guy. I contemplated buying him a set of Irish linen handkerchiefs for Christmas but knew he would suss out how ridiculously expensive they were. Well, he might just get them on our 20th, which is less than a year away now!
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Go for it Rebecca! And congratulations on your 20th anniversary that’s about to come up next year! It certainly is a milestone worth celebrating 🥳
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Thanks!!
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