So, I tell my wife about the wonderful news of getting paid for my writing. I asked her if she had read the essay and she looked at me and said, "you mean the one about the guy waving at you?" I confirmed that was indeed the essay that was sold. She confusedly looked at me and said, "I don't understand you. Why are you moved by some stranger waving at you. You have never written an essay about me, and I wash your clothes."
Point, Match, Game!
It isn't an essay, only a poem, but hopefuly it will do.
Domestic Goddess
Oh ye beautiful domestic goddess
Washer of clothes, raiser of kids
Without you my life would be a mess
And my finances on the skids
Thank you for your thankless work
Thank you for the things I do not see
I know that I can sometimes be jerk
So, thank you for putting up with me.
5 comments:
shame on you, indeed!!!! hehe.
oh, there it is. hehe... very nice. :)
I just got teary-eyed.
heh. was she satisfied? its so cute.
Thanks everyone!
@zombiebite- She said she liked it.
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