With wedding season upon us, I thought I would give you two poems chalked full of wisdom from the 1950’s. Courtesy of my great-grandmother.
“Her Idea of Him
He is my prince, the perfect man I’ve dreamed of since my life began:
Wise and wealthy, handsome and trim- When we are married, I’ll change him!
His Idea of Her
She is my darling, the perfect love.
I view with pride her worth above Jewels or gold. She’s honey and myrrh
When we are married, I’ll change her!”
I love that poem, because let’s face it, we all think that to some extent, and then reality hits and you realize, “Crap, I am the one who needs to change.” or “Crap, we both have a great deal of changing to do.”
“It is love when you are able
To face your wife across the table
With her curlers still in place,
And she thinks you are sweet
In pajamas and bare feet
And whiskers on your face.
Will she yet her man adore
When you toss about and snore
And she can’t get her rest?
When at her you start to shout,
And she doesn’t try to throw you out-
That is the real test.
Will your wife still call you “honey”
When you haven’t any money
And she wants to buy a dress?
If all these troubles you can weather,
Then you can get along together
And love your home will bless.”
Love you honey!