He never wants to see me crying,
he never hurts me even when he hugs with his rough hands
he kisses me mildly with mild touch of his sharp teeth
he loves me so much that anyone could feel jealous of me
He never wants me to get scared, and he is my best, that i
struggled with this world who pointed out to me when he needed me more than any,
i sustained the blames, for him, and my son was strongest support to me,
when he didnt say anything while leaving him at his tender age, but asked me why you are leaving me
I know my husband is my best man, and my son is my another best, with safeguard of my dad who brought me into this world, he is not less than my other two.
jessy jacob
He never wants to see me crying,
not even in silence.
Even in the firmness of his rough hands,
there is a softness—
a promise that he will never hurt me.
His love rests gently on my lips,
a quiet kiss,
a whisper of warmth
that the world could envy.
He shields me from fear,
stands beside me like a steady sky—
my best,
the one I chose
even when the world questioned me.
I walked through storms of blame,
holding on to him,
while life asked more of me
than I knew how to give.
And then—my son,
my smallest strength,
yet the strongest of all.
Too young to understand silence,
yet brave enough to ask,
“Why are you leaving me?”
His question still echoes,
a fragile thread in my heart.
I know this truth—
my husband, my strength, my home;
my son, my other heartbeat;
and my father,
the quiet shield around us all.
— Jessy Jacob
