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Written for Mayo's Poetry Contest |
THE OTHER WOMAN From early morn 'till five p.m., I go to earn my daily bread; Just trying to make a living and trying to get a bit ahead! Then begins a transformation, as I drive home, I become the other woman in his life, and stop to pick up my son. Each day I have to leave him in the care of someone who does all the little things I can't and it makes me kind of blue. Yet the world gets brighter when I see love in his eyes, as he runs to greet me and thinks I'm quite a prize. Lips the color of cranberries kiss his face and leave their mark, He can brighten up any day with his tales of Noah's Ark. His daddy has gone off to war and that leaves it up to me, While he's fighting for freedom the 'other woman' I must be. The day will come when we are together, once again at home, and in this world of uncertainty we won't ever feel alone. Countrymom 1/31/05 |