I Looked At My Everyday Love In A Mindful Way Poem by Diana Rosser

I looked at my everyday love in a mindful way
saw his thumb behind his ear
hand pressed against his face
I have seen that thumb
upright, fingers clenched
as he tackles his way
along the football pitch.
Eyes bright
he’d flash me his youthful grin
and I
I would marvel at the pace of him.

He plays still
and I have felt that thumb
more than once
get buttons undone.

I looked at my everyday love in a mindful way
connecting a loose wire.
Lost in concentration,
tongue tip poking between his lips
I have seen those lips
drink tea and beer
curve in jokes and bright asides
rage, snarl
cut me to the quick

I have felt those lips
moisten into the most
tender kiss

I looked at my love in a mindful way
I have seen the hair on his chest
grow and grey
for thirty seven years
he has been my everyday.