Husbands, a poem by Rachel Reardon

A wedding cake with two miniature men at the top

Matching tuxedos and matching smiles

And two real men admiring its beauty

Matching tuxedos, smiles, wedding bands

The wedding is over, the reception has begun

There aren’t many guests other than a few close friends

But it’s the best day of the two men’s lives

They’ve shared their first kiss as spouses

Danced their first dance as husband and husband

They both still can’t believe the day has come

They’ve traveled away from their hometown

And neither man’s parents are attending

But it’s still the happiest day of their lives

And now it’s time to cut the cake

But neither can stand to ruin its beauty

They used to think there’d never be a day

When they’d have a wedding cake

One with two miniature men at the top

They’ve taken pictures of it for their wedding album

To reflect upon how it felt to finally see that day

But the pictures won’t capture what it’s like

To get married to someone you love so deeply

Even though most of society doesn’t want you to

But the two men know those people are all wrong

Because their love is more pure than anything could ever be

And they no longer care what the world thinks of them

Because they’ll always have each other

As lovers, as friends, and now as spouses

As husbands