The world has changed
But one thing is true
For My Joe
Woman have work to do
Dishes and laundry
A sandwich to make
A dirty mess to clean
Or something to bake
A mess made by Joe
Can you clean that please?
How can I? I don’t know how.
I’m not a woman you see
Dearest Ashley life must be so tough
Not a man but a woman and handicapped by such
At work where work is what we do
Joe says, “where is a woman, there are dishes to do?”
He smiles and we giggle
Despite all his jokes and all the laughs
we sent him off to the kitchen with dish soap
And a rag
Written for the only person who doesn’t have an alias on my blog. My Joe.