Name on the Mailbox
Vowed to love and cherish him forever
He did the same with you.
You were both going to share everything.
You wanted to be the perfect wife
And he the perfect husband.
Then somewhere along the line
You both got your priorities mixed up.
Reality stepped in and you became a Mom.
You found being a wife and mother
Were two entirely different things.
After a hard day of being Mom, cook,
errand girl, maid to all
It was so hard to be a wife when the night came.
He thought that once his work was done
And once he came in the door at 5 p.m.
It was time for him to relax, unwind..
hard day, you know
He honestly can't understand you being so tired.
While he is "unwinding" she is still going strong
Tired, but still so much to be done.
Bedtime comes, wife exhausted, wanting to be held
Husband, rested up, wants his physical needs tended to.
Exhaustingly, she submits, praying she took her pill..
As she is getting some much needed rest in her
hospital bed 9 months later
Reality is there once more and the cycle starts anew.
Twenty-five years down the road, still together but
Totally different lives, not a thing in common,
Sharing nothing but the name on the mailbox....
~Whisper~
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