My John

How handsome he looks, My John!
Walking out of his office and heading straight for the front door of our house. It was 12 o’clock and the rainy morning had been so boring for me that I could not wait to see him!

It was not till he opened the door of the parlour that I leapt up and hugged him fondly. We sat down and ate lunch together, as we always did. He was telling me about what happened at the Mill that morning, including a funny tale about Slickson. The beautiful smile he gave me made my heart leap!

We talk about everything, confide everything, and share everything with each other. All of life’s difficulties seem easier to bear when he knows of them. And all of life’s funny moments are enjoyable only when I see that twinkle in his amazingly blue eyes!

I don’t know what I would do without My John!

Now he stood up and I knew it was time for him to return to the Mill. I heaved a great sigh and began fixing the cravat around his neck. He took out his pocket watch in a way that reminded me of another man I once knew....

I talk about everything with My John, but not about the long, lonely nights I still have.

My John is my whole world, except for the one man whom I wish was still here with me.

My John is my life and I confide everything in him, but not the memory of my first John. Not yet.

“Doesn’t he look handsome, Your John”?
They had said on my wedding day. Then just a few years later he lay dying in his bed. Everything around me came crashing down.
He didn’t even get to see My John. How he would have loved him, as I do!

“Doesn’t he look handsome, Your John”?
The words echoed in my memory.
Yes, he does.
Thank You God, for giving me My Son, My John.