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Miss You Dear Husband!!

Updated on February 4, 2013

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A good day out. | Source
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With our 2 Labradors, Tessa and Pip on Bang Sare beach. | Source
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Poetry Dedicated to my Dearest Husband

To say I miss my husband is an understatement. We’ve been apart now for nearly 2 months and at this stage in our relationship we both feel fairly comfortable about it. Not happy, but comfortable. Its not forever and the time is going fast enough…………….

But I do miss him so! All those little things that make him what he is I miss. From his silly songs and poetry in the morning, to losing his keys when we go out - I miss his company; his cheerfulness; his wit; his thoughtfulness; his buffoonery; his calmness; his spirit; his overwhelming kindness; his strength and courage; his warmth; his strong arms around me; his lovely kisses; his dear face. Everything about him I miss terribly.

But the reason is a simple enough and a need that neither of us could have foreseen when we pulled up our roots and moved to Thailand, ostensibly to retire in 2006. But like so many people in the past couple of years, we were hit badly by the recession. We’ve endeavored to make the both ends meet but last year it became apparent that we needed to do something drastic! ‘Needs must where the devil drives’ as the saying goes, and to make our dwindling finances go a little further we both decided to return to work. I, to teaching and he, back to the farming that he’d worked at all his life. Fortunately, I could do the teaching in Thailand, but it turned out to be a very unprofitable venture, so beware all you would-be teachers, if you’re over 60 you will not get that coveted work permit. And no-one will tell you either.

And so the Dearly Beloved decided that a couple more years of harvesting would not go amiss and would fill the coffers adequately. As ever, we knew the hours would be long, but it was summer so what the heck, he was a strong guy and not of retiring age officially, so a few more months on the treadmill would be okay.

Now I’m sitting here and writing him love letters, sending emails, texting and sending cards; in fact, generally acting like a love-sick youngster. I’m reading poetry and playing music I’ve not heard for at least 20 years, and in the process crying my heart out at all the pent-up emotions they’re engendering! And I’m loving it! Its put a whole new slant on life and made me think outside the box again. Mother Nature obviously thought I was getting far too complacent and needed a good kick on the butt! It just amazes me that I’m supposed to be a mature old girl of some 66 years, not 26. It’s a real lesson in life that no matter what you plan for, life has a way of making a complete nonsense of it! It makes you think laterally once more. Problems to solve and a million possible answers. Isn’t it exciting! Take your pick but start getting wise again! And from this experience I conclude that this is good for all of us oldies, otherwise we’d just sit and vegetate come retirement, and that isn’t good for anyone.

There are so many great love poems from so many great poets but here are just a couple. I’ve dedicated them to the ‘Old Guy’ out there working away on his tractor. It’ll soon be time to come home!

The first one is by that wonderful poetess, Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806 – 1861)

"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways..."

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.


and my second choice..............

Because She Would Ask Me Why I Loved Her
by Christopher Brennan

If questioning would make us wise
No eyes would ever gaze in eyes;
If all our tale were told in speech
No mouths would wander each to each.

Were spirits free from mortal mesh
And love not bound in hearts of flesh
No aching breasts would yearn to meet
And find their ecstasy complete.

For who is there that lives and knows
The secret powers by which he grows?
Were knowledge all, what were our need
To thrill and faint and sweetly bleed?

Then seek not, sweet, the "If" and "Why"
I love you now until I die.
For I must love because I live
And life in me is what you give.



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      Marianne Kellow 4 years ago from SE Thailand

      please could you translate.

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      hony 4 years ago

      jani mujy ap ki bohat yaad aati hy mujy ap k bagair naand nai aati plz ap jaldi sy wapis aa jao mujy ap ki bahou mn sona hy ap ki hony

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      Marianne Kellow 4 years ago from SE Thailand

      Many thanks nancynurse and to Pamela N Red for your comments. We're still doing it and this will be the forth year. But it doesn't get any easier. It makes the time together all the more precious though. MB

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      Nancy McClintock 4 years ago from Southeast USA

      Such a neat story and your writing style is beautiful, Thanks for sharing!!!

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      Pamela N Red 7 years ago from Oklahoma

      Absence does indeed make the heart grow fonder. Sweet tribute.

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      Marianne Kellow 7 years ago from SE Thailand

      Thank you Mioluna for your lovely comments. Separation really does make you realise just how much you do together. But being apart for a while will make me appreciate him all the more!

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      mioluna 7 years ago

      Mountain Blossoms, it's so beautiful story! Your husband and you are great example of TRUE LOVE! And short separation makes love even stronger. Time please run faster:)

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      Marianne Kellow 7 years ago from SE Thailand

      Thank you Peter. There's so much more I could say. But November can't come soon enough!

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      Peter Dickinson 7 years ago from South East Asia

      Lovely write up. Thank you. I am sure he will love you all the more for it.

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      Marianne Kellow 7 years ago from SE Thailand

      Oh Tom, he is a gem and I could have written so much more. Thank you for your comments.

      And brandonfan, thank you too. I so hope your Husband can come back soon. Life changes, that's the exciting part. But sometimes we have to meet the challenges head-on and that's the hard bit. Do write him letters, my husband says they're the highlight of his week! Take care and good luck :-)

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      brandonfan 7 years ago from Mid West

      Ohhh! I loved this hub! My husband lives in Ontario, and myself in Michigan. Because of financial issues we're also waiting patiently until we can be together. I too feel like a love sick teenager often, and find myself wistfully waiting and longing for him almost all the time! I love your positivity. Absence does in fact make the heart grow fonder, but couldn't we just get past the absence to the "together" part? :-) Good luck Mountain Blossom! You'll have your love back soon!

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      justom 7 years ago from 41042

      Good for you, It's always nice to see happiness and it seems you have it. Peace!! Tom