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"Really" is an easy word we use for emphasis in conversation. Sometimes we use it as a quantifier or to add a matter of degree and/or sincerity (e.g. "I really, really, really like it when you make me laugh".) You can "make someone laugh" or you can "really make someone laugh". It has the capacity to sound insistent. It's a somewhat inarticulate word, but it has purpose and serves as being more than just a filler. It's an interesting word. I like it and don't like it. It's a maligned word. Maybe deservedly so. But in the context of this poem, it works, imo. Somehow, the entirety of the poem sounds spoken vs. written.
There is a bald-faced boldness and vulnerability to this poem that I really, really, really like. It speaks truthfully without pretense or desire to be poetic. It is the ultimate kind of confessional poem I often try to write but always come off as sounding doomed or morose or self-pitying. Not here. You've managed to be self-effacing and you've lifted a boulder off your shoulder, Jayne. Brava. (And bravo to your husband.)
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