UNCOMMON

I’ll  never be complacent,

never take his love for granted,

‘cause he treats me so uncommon,

& he’s so nice…...



He still treats me like his virgin,

(nearly 40 years ago we were one)    

& he always  says he still remembers,

he always sends just    o n e     flower,

that is kinda uncommon,

but he is just so nice……





And it’s always on monday,

and when he says “hon, i remember”,

it’s a kind of anniversary

of the first time   I   really kissed him

and I just felt that I was uncommon,

and that is so nice………





It sometimes makes me feel bad

that I forget to thank him,

but he says it doesn’t matter,    

and he keeps on doin’ it over, & over,

and that’s really so uncommon,

and he’s so nice………





He says he’s never been too sorry

that we didn’t wait until the wedding.

I know he really means it,

and how each time is like our first time:

he takes time to treat me uncommon,

and he is always so very nice………..





He always touches me so perfectly,

He cares for me so deeply  and  gently,

and he always asks me just how I feel,

oh!, the way his mind touches my heart,

a  real gentle man is uncommon,

and he’s so nice…………





He’s always gettin’ me to smile,

even when I feel like cryin’,

and I don’t know just how he knows it,  

and when things aren’t workin' out for us,

he’ll go & do somethin’ uncommon

and that's so nice…………  

      



Sometimes he just cries with me,

or we’ll dance just standin’ still,

holdin’ on and just thinkin’ and breathin’

which eventually gets me over it,

which in itself is kinda' uncommon,

and he’so nice………..







Sometimes we’ll go to wendy’s

(he takes me out on “our mondays”),

& he always gets the chili,

& he knows i love the milk-shakes.

His attention is uncommon;

he’s very nice……….









He goes up to the counter,

orders, and always looks back

just to see that he can see me,

(sometimes I peek and see he's grinnin’),

and we spark then! so uncommon!!

and very, very nice!!!!!!!





As he stands there gently gazin’

his attention is focused on me

(I know, ‘cause I can feel him,

my skin can feel him lookin’),

and that  is   r e a l  uncommon;

it feels so nice…..







I can feel his eyes adorin’ me,

and I know his heart is poundin’

‘cause of  my hair or  “…my sculpture...”,

I know he’s set me  so I can’t see him,

(he’s cute at doin’ that), & being so uncommon,

and he really knows how to treat a girl “nice”…







I know  how  inside he’s smilin’,

‘cause I know he loves my teasin'.

And as he loves me from a distance

I can feel warm arms around me,

and I feel just so uncommon,

'cause he’s so nice……..







He brings the order to me,

and always says :  “For my Lady”,

and he manages to sigh into my hair:

“Hon', you sure are lovely”,

he likes those phrases---they’re uncommon,

and the first time—--oh! it was so nice!!!!







My heart leaps up & join his!

Sometimes we smooch like two young kids!!

We never get too passionate,

but we still draw lots of smiles!!!

and he treats me  so uncommon,

and he’s so nice…….







He’s taught me not to  blush  in public,

but  how to just absorb him

when I know he’s lookin’ at me,

or  when  touches me “accidentally”,

in his way: so uncommon,

and so very, very nice………..





In the mornins’ when we wake up

(sometimes I catch him just starin’),

he reminds me how nice the night was,    

just lying, breathing together—

which in itself can be very uncommon,

and very, very nice………





He makes the bed while I shower - -

(gosh!, sometimes he joins me!!

he gets crazy sometimes in the mornin’!)-

but the  coffee’s always ready,

two creams, one sugah’: we’re so uncommon,

but just everything is so nice……





Four eggs, over easy (we share),

jelly & toast: no butter,

and he lets me read the paper (first).

it’s nice to find him lookin’,

he smiles at me uncommon,

and he’s so nice…………





Oh!, how sweet he is in romance!

‘tho sometimes he  just goes  goofy!

He says it’s ‘cause I’m a goddess,

and he never was too good at worship,  

but he still treats me so uncommon,

and he’s so nice!!….





I embarrass him by askin’:

“Lover, what’s your favorite part of me?”,    

and I know the "always" answer:

“Sweeties , as long as you gaze at me,

like you do when you're pleasin’ me,

nothing can be more special

than what you’re thnking,

when I’m  all that’s in your mind.”

his answer is so uncommon,

but just like him

to be so nice……….





My body still makes him nervous,  

(at first), but he gets over it,(yee-haw!),

and I like that he leaves the light on!!.

What I do to him still ignites  him,                    

what he does with me always completes me,

but his gentleness almost shocks me,

yet his smilin’ just relaxes me,

like he says  mine  does to him;

and he does things, still, so uncommon,

and he treats me so nice………..







The kids & their kids were over                  

for our cook-out here on sunday.

I noticed him……just actin’ very happy,

and just knowin’ so makes me real happy.

That day was so uncommon,

and he’s so nice…..





Then last monday - - it'll last forever - -

he was gentler than ever,

and kept going  to my ears

like to put something  inside  me.

But without usin’ any words;                

like he had some kind of secret.

he held me really closely,

I  mean really, really closely,

closer than usual--—uncommon--—

and he made me feel so nice………









He said he’d seen Doctor Phillips

and it was a really bad tumor

that wouldn’t shrink with radiation,

and they couldn’t  cut  deeply enough

to get it all out safely.

He said he’d love me always

( just before he broke down cryin'),

so I held him ‘til it was over,

which wasn’t that uncommon,

I always try to treat him nice……









He said even if “forever “  

was only 6 or 9 months,

we’d had the best of any “forever”,  

that any man could’ve ever prayed for,

oh! god! he’s so uncommon!

he’s so nice…………...





He didn’t say how long he knew it,            

and he didn’t want to upset me….

(oh! god! he’s even sweet with bad news!),

and I knew how his heart was  just breaking,

and I joined him in the sobbin’--

this time we didn’t try to stop;

we’d held on to each other a lot, before,

but it was never like it was right now.

that was real uncommon!!

He's still tryin’ to be nice……….





He said it’d be better if I didn’t share this            

with everybody.  not just yet;

not with the kids, or anything;

just add it to our billion secrets…..

oh! how I’ll miss being called "Miss Uncommon"!!

he’s so nice……..





As we lay together our next few nights      

he said he couldn’t feel regretting

anything,  except the few times

we’d  seemed to be so very busy,

we had run right past  each other

without seeing some real  good times

to’ve  stopped & said “I love you”;

to forget    t  h  a  t     had been uncommon

for a lovely man, so nice………





It was because he knew it early,

and he really meant to tell me,

but a lot was on his mind;

and he’d rather just think about us.

what a mind!  so very uncommon,  

so very nice……….





Life went on just like that,

just like it always had been,

in myself I could feel his tumor growin’.

The doctors were all right,  

the monster  wouldn’t change him

but might make him all-the-gentler;

knowin’ how he was really mortal,

love & life would be somehow different

and even more uncommon,

but still so very nice…………





He’d told me over and over

that my love had brought “forever”

to his life and to his meaning.

But he started it again every day, all over,

sayin’ that i was h i s   “Miss Uncommon”,

and how it was me who made him  nice……







Now he seemed to hold me  softer,  

and his hugs just couldn’t let go,

and one time I saw him cryin’

while lookin’ at some old pictures.

I couldn’t let him know I saw him,

for he was tryin’ hard to stay strong;

so it was my time to cry silently

to let him know I was strong, too.

And he kept treatin’ me so uncommon,

‘cause he was really nice……..



~~~~~                                                                

One mornin’ when I woke up—

(thank god it wasn’t a monday!)—

I knew right off I was lonely,

and would be  lonely now, forever.  

I didn’t  know whether to smile or scream,

so I just lay there  by  his body—    

which had loved me so well, & often—

and I kissed him, and I hugged him,

in our way, not at all  uncommon,

but so very, very nice….









I carressed him, oh! god!, all over!

I could never  have enough of him!

I got a cloth & washed his sweet face,

I dried him with my kisses,

like that game we’d played so often.

I  told him that I’d miss him

and love him from now until forever,

there could never be another

who would know me as "Miss Uncommon",

and I was glad he was so nice…..

[oh!, reader, do love someone while you still can]      







I’m so sure — -from how he was smilin’— -

that I was the very last thing

that was passin’ through his dreamin’,  

and I felt so very, very lucky

to’ve been treated so uncommon

by a man who was so nice….





“Hon’, you look like you’re just dreamin’,

and I know you knew how I loved you.

I’m so glad you knew you  made me so happy!!

it makes me happy to make you happy!

‘cause I’ll always feel uncommon,

and you are so nice……….”



~~~~





He was a man  women respected,

‘cause they knew that if they told him

any secret, he would hold it,

as safe as his own promise,      

and they’d never have to worry,

‘cause they learned about “uncommon”,

from him treatin’ them so nice…….



  

There never was a doubt

about  his heart or his intentions,

‘cause some men like being respected,

and he really respected boundaries:

and every lady deserves “uncommon”,

and he was always so nice……



~~~



At the parlor the next friday

everyone was very quiet,

as though if they said anything          

it would break some kind of spell.

and we really felt uncommon,

but not eerie, just nice.





One young lady came up to me,

in a blue dress, wearin' a crystal star,

clutchin' a little piece of paper, folded,

she said he’d written a poem for her.

Her moist eyes clung to mine

so she couldn’t look at him.

and we both cried a lot as we read it,

it touched her as so uncommon,

that any man could’ve thought of her

as really bein' so nice……







That sounded exactly like him,              

and I didn’t at all feel threatened

that he’d said those same things to me;

I didn’t mind he’d shared them,  

because truth is always true,

and he always tried to say nice things,

‘specially  to ones who didn’t hear them often;

she said he was the only man she knew like that;

and I told her, to him she’d been uncommon,

that was like him-- just to be  nice………





                                                             There were 100 or more little poems

or stars each woman held special.

Some poems were just on napkins

that he’d given to a sweet waitress

because he saw she’s havin’ a bad day,

and he wanted her to feel special & uncommon,

just because he liked to be nice……….





Each said she wore  a  blue dress

‘cause he said  he’d’ve liked that.

But lately he never told them much else,                    

‘cept to keep lookin’ in the paper,

which scared them a lot, but they did it,

looking for something about him.  Uncommon,

but still kinda nice……

  



aA I looked around the parlor

at all those blue dresses,

some faces only 15, & some ‘way  past 70,

we  had something in common:…………h i m!

we’d never have suspected that a man

could keep us all  secret, & uncommon!

And we each felt especially nice……







He was not just layin’ there,

but he was inside us, or beside us,

still huggin’ and supportin’,

just like he’d done so often,

before he got taken from us.

we each felt so very     u n c o m m o n,

but we really did feel nice………..



~~~



I know that there’s a heaven,

and beside the angels there , waiting,

is a brand-new immortal  with his sweet smile.

I’ll be there someday with him,

and I’ll be very sure to look up God’s place

and go up to Him & thank Him

for making one to fit  me,

in life & death, uncommon;

that is so very, very nice



“Hon, you look

like you’re

just dreaming”

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I'd have to know you better, before I could share this inspiration with you. This began as a simple country song for a very "nice" person: RHONDA, who cries too easily, both when happy & when sad. Of course, this made her cry; ahh-well.

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djtj's picture

The length of the poem daunted me then as I read I was sorry to see it end. Tears welled.

kat's picture

Well, first f all, I can't believe no one has already commented on this.
It's a very touching piece. I myself, wouldn't mind feeling so uncommon
with someone who was just nice. Except, of course, for the sad part.

Very nice Teddy

Kim