Dishes, dust and decision,
the joys of being a housewife.
Stories, hugs and bruises,
the joys of being a mother.
Chats, mayhem and coffee,
the joys of being a wife.
Good book, wine and foot spa,
the joys of being me.
Moisturise my face,
wash my hair,
pluck my eyebrows,
with great care.
Plenty of lipstick,
define my eyes,
a bit of shadow,
a kind of disguise.
Oh, what I suffer,
the time I take,
I wish I looked like this,
just as soon as I...
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I stare at the blank page,
waiting for the words to appear.
They are in my head,
all a jumble.
All rushing to be the first word wrote.
I try to fathom what they mean,
try to put them into some order.
It's no good.
I'll have to...
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