Watching the carousel

Rommy at Poets and Storytellers United invited us to write about  "I couldn't have done it without you"

That was easy as I couldn't have done it without my husband
The man behind me is often quiet, which sometimes drives me crazy but mostly offers comfort He is a rock in the middle of storms

I polished an old poem up a little for this one

Watching the carousel 

He stands beside me
and opens the door
when I wish to explore 
and follow the sun
He plants red roses
which look up to me in beauty
in the garden of our house
which he turned into a home
He won’t decorate my ego
with bright streamers of words
but he will spread out a blanket
to care when it hurts

His silence stands out
when the carousel of life
makes me go into circles
and he just stands aside
watching others take the ride
And he shrugs his shoulders
at the energy in motion
at the mortals with masks
at this whirling world
whispering warnings
at the carousel going around
and around
and around
till the bell foretells
the ride is over
and a bit unwell I move back
in his shell of shelter
Marja Blom

I couldn't have done it without him