Just a House Wife

by

Norma Jean Duncan

I'm Just a housewife, doing the laundry, cooking the food, picking up toys, cleaning the floors. Just a house wife, doing my thing, washing dishes, making beds, having wishes I was some place else instead.

Balancing the budget, shopping too, nurse to the kids, paying the bills. Just a house wife, does no one care how she feels?

No one noticed my new hair do, does any one know a human is inside? Just a house wife who loves her family, but sometimes wants to run and hide.

The day has past, where did it go? Supper is ready, I sit and listen to how good or bad went his day, but if I start to say a word, he quickly turns away.

After all who wants to hear, why I burned the roast? He just wants to know, I still think he's the most. Who wants to know my head achs, I want to die? I hear him say, "give me another pice of pie."

The children are fighting, now what about? I'll keep calm, no need to shout. There goes the phone, gotta put out the cat, hang up the coats, look for the hat.

Time now for homework, then the bath and sleep. I feel like a jerk as I repeat, "say your prayers, and count sheep."

I kiss each one, turn out the light, I'm pooped, I frown as I sit down. But I hear, "come here honey, I need you tonight."

I take a shower, put on my best gown, comb my hair, let it hang down. Now I'm his mistress, the joy of his life. Come to think of it, I am more than just a housewife. I'm the reason they sing, because I am their EVERYTHING.

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Why don't you look at I will make you a wonderful universe
by: Candida Pedersen
from: Järfälla Estocolmo, Sweden

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