When people say ....

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**I Am Wife of My Husband**

When little children ask,
“Mom, are you wife of Dad?”
A soft chuckle blooms
On the mother’s face�"
Innocent, sweet, harmless as morning light.

But when clever old voices
Ask the very same question,
I wonder�"
Have they lost their memory?
Or are they pretending not to see?

Whatever it is,
My heart stands firm.

I am the wife of my husband ❤️
Not a whisper.
Not a doubt.
Not a question mark in someone’s sentence.

It hurts
When people knowingly speak as if they do not know,
As if truth needs approval,
As if love needs permission.

I say nothing.
I hold my silence like dignity.
I pray quietly�"
That their memory returns to them
Again and again.

And within me
My voice rises high,
Clear as a bell in the open sky:

I am the wife of my husband.
With honor.
With strength.
With love.

Please�"
Speak with kindness.

And say,
Thank you.

�" Jessy Jacob ❤️