The Boyish Husband

I am a child
Forced to maturity
And expected to behave
As an adult.
No tantrums; no fears; no noisy outbursts.
You expect
A whole rational person.
You demand
A tranquil household.

Until my childhood is over,
I am dependent
As a nearly hatched bird.
I give you my soul to hold.
Console and heal my heart.
When the evening is older
Then you'll be ready
To lay on our bundle of twigs
In our secret nest.

I will exceed myself again;
I kneel at your chair;
At your knee's
Hands filled with flowers
To remind you
I am your bundle of joy.