Watching him
Wash clothes
Iron shorts
Cook
And now
Clean up the kitchen
Realizing
Retirement
Has changed my
Retired groom

No longer the
Guy
I took care of
From combing his
Hair to
Threading his belt
Into the loops on his pants
To making his wardrobe picks
And packing his clothes

Although
Changing his habits
He stills leaves
A tornado of
Clothes, shoes and
Grease in his wake
From golf balls and tees
Open cabinets
Toothpaste mints in the sink
And socks
And undies never making
It to the hamper

His love
His temper
His antics
And love for food
Are still the same
As well as his love
For me

He’s taken
A more hands on
With the Chores
And I’m grateful
As my desire to
Cook and cleaned
Has wained

Loving him from the
Beginning
To the end
Thankful he’s mine