Domestic Diva  

Wicked1TX 47F
6 posts
12/1/2005 8:46 pm

Last Read:
3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Domestic Diva

Domestic diva with no crown
Toilet bowl her throne
No one to hear her sad lament
No one to hear her moan

Glory days they point at her
Remember her back then?
The glossy hair and eyes so proud
A queen…. Yeah….way back when…

Now stretch marks are her mantle
Grey hairs they mark her crown
Her eyes no longer twinkle
Slight wrinkles mark her frown

She wonders where her life went
As she bends to scrub the floor
She wishes she’d the courage to
Walk out that old front door

But her children are her subjects
Her husband is her “king”
Upon her roughened fingers
Rests the silver wedding ring

Oh sad domestic diva
Whom nobody does adore
then walk away.
Time to mop the floor.

DallasPhallus56 60M

12/26/2005 6:00 am

Wicked1, I like the poem. It looks like you're getting out of the blog world for a time, and that's unfortunate. I hope you had a wonderful Christmas and that you're enjoying this quiet time between the holidays. Write when you can.

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