How do you know 
     so much about me 
     and I so little of you?
Taking me aback
     when least expected
"Do you think you should visit 
     Joe (the barber) soon? 
We have community Dessert & Games nite Saturday."
And how is it 
    you notice my long hair and beard 
    when I never do?
Rare is the time
     I trim and shave my cheeks 
    and then you say 
"Oh how nice you look!" 
And I know you mean it 
    because other friends say it too 
    not just the women.
Or on cleaning day 
    when you say 
"Help me flip your mattress. 
Didn't you say it was lumpy?"
And I ask myself, 
    How did she remember that?
Or on Movie night with Barb 
    and you ask
" Why don't you change that ratty shirt 
     for the nice one I just bought?"
Unasked, 
    you had bought two, 
    hearing "I need more long sleeved tops," 
    two weeks earlier
Or before the Baha'i Assembly meeting
     and you ask nicely
 "Should you change for our guests?" 
     and I put the other new top on.
Or "Did you brush for the dentist?" 
     before leaving for my cleaning appointment.
Or "I taped Agent Carter for you
     why don't you watch that
     while I'm at the PTA meeting?"
Or "Where would you like to go 
     for dinner tonite?"
Or "I sent your Mom a birthday card 
     from both of us."
And to Dad, and brothers and wives, sister and husband.
Or "Did you see you were tagged 
     on Facebook yesterday?"
Of course not.
I used to resent the nagging
     until I realized
Hell, it's all for my benefit
     she cares about me more than I do!
And that was twenty years ago
      and I've been a happier husband since
Or, rarely, "Would you mind 
     going to Acme for skim milk? 
     I ran out."
And finally it dawns
     How rare she asks me to do something for her!
How rare in fact 
     she asks for anything for herself
     except me to look my best
     except me to remember -- to be nice
I marvel at her noticing
      not rare like mine
At her caring that much
      to remember
 that she still loves me
Copyright 2015 Rodney Richards