I sing at his smile,
I dance at his touch,
I stride with the grace of a peacock,
And yet speak with the gentleness of a dove.
I nurture for I am the woman,
I clean and shop for I am the homemaker,
I put on a show for I am the trophy wife,
And yet never complain for I am a daughter-in-law.
I work with undivided attention,
I observe with the eye of a hawk,
I seethe and boil like an angry volcano,
And yet remain as calm as a weaned child.
I wear my make up because he ‘loves’ it,
I wear that perfume because he bought it,
I wear my pain and shame beneath all of it,
And yet never once disappoint the crowd.
To say I am weary is an understatement,
To the young unmarried it’s all blissful,
To the mellow queen it’s familiar grounds,
And to the unsuspecting audience the show continues!