, His Presence Balms My Heart Poem by Louise Tredoux

My heart so filled with love,
look at everything my beloved
does, I’m so proud of him, he is
different from other men, does
not seek his own glory, does
not blow his own bugle, makes
time to help his little wife, I realize
the way anger filled his heart

I reached my hand to him, he was
still my loving Rudi, still took care of
me even when buried by pressures
of a labour fight, though his eyes looked
away, his hands always reached for mine,
he was aware of me all the time, though
he seemed a million miles away, his
presence balms my heart

As it always does...