Well, you should certainly show your husband the poem, and let him read it. Is not marriage a constant sharing of emotion? Besides, you've shared this with hundreds of strangers, why not with the one man you know best?
Now, as for your poems, they are indeed well versed in rhyme, and some may say I have no room for comment, but after 8 years of writing I would hope to consider myself well adept.
In the grammer sense, one which I am frustratingly picky on, I saw only a few Oopsies. There are a lot of people who seem to feel content with saying writing is all emotion, but if it can't be read it can't be understood. Not that your poems are illegible, quite the contrary. The word 'bearly' that you used should be 'barely,' in A Poem for My Hero. You seem to like using the old style rhyme, For example:
"when I first saw him
it broke my heart
never did I hold him
and it tore me apart"
Of course I could be wrong, but it seems this is the style you like, or use often. The "never did I hold him" is what I mostly referring to. Of course poems never have to rhyme, as you probably already know, but it seems to some that the poem flows better if it does. In the first poem, I am assuming this is your child, or a child of someone you knew, if not the reader might assume this, as I have, but it works well regardless.
As for your second poem, I am not seasoned in the subject of relationships, but they're kindly written verses.
Now for the forthright part of my reply. Some lines could be shortened into one.
For example:
"I spoke his name
to him everyday"
Perhaps you could, if you prefer, to fit the two together.
"Everyday, I spoke to him his name"
Of course this is only a suggestion.
Your poems do not 'suck' as you bluntly put it, as the only poetry that is truly poor is that which is perversed of an individual's passions.
(Do you think I have enough thick words in there to win a game of scrabble?)
Since there are poems here, I suppose it would only be fitting to post one myself. (If mine is horrible, its because I meant it to be
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Eyes of the Fallen
Echoes of a name to a soul soon lost,
Great hearts left bitter upon the morrow's death.
Shells of the fallen lay bloodied on winter's frost.
Hear, can you now, the call of sweet mothers,
See them joined eternally as brothers.
In gatherings they rest within the primal fen,
Gazing evermore lifeless, the eyes of the fallen.
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Not a great work, but it doesn't have to be.
Your poems are very nice, and if you've more of them, by all means, share them.