Her hands glide across the cool granite
Daily a battle for the woman with him.
He lies in wait to crush her
simply on a whim.
Cold and smooth she scrubs
Then she sweeps across the floors
His eyes fixed upon her
Thinking thoughts she abhors
Caressing the skin of her baby
hearing the coos and ahhs
her heart overflows like a river after spring rains
Like a bear, she’ll run down and devour any threat
She rises with the thrushes and doves
To waken her children for the day
She slices, mixes and bakes for her family
Checking lunches and backpacks
She sends off her littles with a kiss
Brushes her hair on the way to work
To make a buck or two
for field trips and outgrown jeans.
Would I do it all over again?
Yes, just to have you.
You’re the reason I live
The greatest gift I have.