A Man

A Man

A Poem by Erin Lee

 

A Man

by Erin Lee

is defined not by how he acts on Christmas morning

when the dogs are fed and packages are tied

into tiny bows. She calls to him in daydreams

all her own; unforced or bought on promises. (He knows it's best that way).

A man

is defined not by how he loves back when you go to sleep.

All the lights are out, my friend. Promises to keep.

A man doesn't puff up his chest or call a woman names.

He never makes an implied threat.

He's not afraid to make mistakes.

People around him don't get hurt.

(Knows when to walk away).

You've taught me:

Don't expect an invitation to her heart. Make it known

your coming in, but not to rip apart. He treats the mother

of his child with respect. (History repeats itself).

I feel your arms around me; always holding close

and strong. (I know here I belong). You never hold too tight

and let me lead the way; "love is earned," you say.

A man

is measured when the kids are sick and he stays home

to wipe a nose. He works two jobs to pay off the debt,

dropping in a rose. She yearns for him in sleep

built on safety; threats unknown. (Always calling home).

A man

is measured not by how he holds your hand with others

looking on; but in the dark when all are blind.

A man doesn't rule with fear or speak

with words that are unkind.

He doesn't drink or raise his voice.

Never late, he is the first to reciprocate.

You've shown me:

Don't demand a certain love. Let it come its own;

a love more special than you could have built,

with the time to grow. He loves his mother. (But does not need one).

I wish I could have known her; such a precious son

she's borne. Always by my side and not afraid

to let me walk ahead. "Fly today!"

A man

is built not on the day of the bonus check

when candy kisses flow and all the bill are paid

a month ahead. She reaches for him when she's all alone,

him alone; because he's earned it. (He can tell the difference).

A man

is built not in the night of love's first call; but in the open

sunny light with all the sores exposed.

A man doesn't use his fists or delight in fear.

His hands are used for love;

not to intimidate.

He keeps the children safe. (No other way).

Going hungry just for her.

You've made a way of life:

Don't command your respect. Build it on promise kept

between paychecks and the runny nose. She'll keep you close

and never stray, though she has the keys. He lets her go. (She will return).

I thank you for these lessons, Dear. They took me years to learn:

A man loves with certain gentleness; holding close his word.

You've given me the ultimate

and

...for that, you get the throne!

© 2011 Erin Lee


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