Sonnet 96 – Washing Dishes

I’d storm Hell itself to make you happy.
Any man would – we want to be heroes
for the women that move us. Too many
times we forget to best the daily woes

that make our lovers’ lives less than Heaven.
We forsake the small things. We believe that
they don’t matter, or that they shouldn’t when
there are dragons prowling our landscapes. What

could we do but chase the epic? You
deserve better of the man who needs
you. So I’ll see to smaller things: I’ll do
the mowing while you weed the flower beds.

As we chase each of our dreams and wishes
down, I will stand with you, washing dishes.