I am but a homemaker
They say
I cook and clean
All day
Every
Day
Hundreds a
Loads a
Laundry
Washed
Spun
Dry
-Ed
Fold
-Ed
Bound
To house
Bound
To husband
Bound
To
children
Who
Run
Play
Laugh
Mirth
Their lives
Away
In my obligations
I soar
In my tribulations
I thrive
In my bondage
I am alive
I see the fruit
I reap
In toilsome daily sprinkles
Sorrowful seeds fell
Sorrowful seeds fell
In joy
I gather
I matter
I smother
Them
Husband and Children
All day
Every day
In Every way
With
Love
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