I am Every Woman and Every Woman is Exhausted - Poem
I am Every Woman
E veryone wants something from me. My phone won't quit ringing because those
X-ray technicians still want their money. Who knew an accidental fracture would cost as much as a second mortgage? My hours at work just got cut.
H ow will we ever make ends meet? I can't help but feel I am
A ll by myself against this big bad world. Overwhelming stress is the theme that plays through my head as I
U ndress for bed. What's that you say my dear husband?
"S weetie, you forgot about me. I need my supper. Did you remember
T o pick up my cigarettes and some puppy pads? She went in the hall again today."
I nto the kitchen I go to fix him a bowl. If
O nly I could ignore those dishes in the sink. I am tired into the depths of my soul. My day needs stretched. I can get by on four hours of sleep, I think.
N ow I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, who will bake our neighbor's birthday cake, pay the electricity bill, wash the dog and water the near dead plant on my window sill?
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