My Hubby, My Angel.

Getting older is getting harder to accept.

My Hubby, My Angel.

He's put up with me for so very long,
He's not handsome, but gentle, and quite strong.

This morning as he arose, I could see,
a feather on his pillow, Oh no, that can't be.

Seems somewhat calming, yet mildly revolting,
my hubby, my true love, my Angel is molting.