Thursday, February 07, 2008
Housewife's Lament
I cook clean change dirty diapers
and go grocery shopping in between
feed and walk the dogs
and since I'm such a whiz with tools
cut all the fire logs
I drive the kids to school every day
and look after your mother
do the dirty dishes and laundry
and even though I scarcely see a dime
I'm much wiser with our money
Hell when you can't find the time
I even wash the car
and rake the leaves in the back garden
still if you come home I try to look
like I spent all day at Elizabeth Arden's
Seems like I'm always here for you
even when it's not sure you might
to nourish and maintain what should be our life
but boy let me tell you I won't be around much longer
if you insist on having a maid rather than a wife
©2008 Fenny
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Comments
Fenny, I like this poem. If I were this woman I would be reconsidering my situation for sure! You have certainly captured the drudgery of the woman, the instability of the relationship and the conviction with which she makes her case.
Thanks for stopping by Poetikat's. I appreciate your comment on the Dovecote poem.
Kat
Posted by: Poetikat | Saturday, February 16, 2008
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