Sleepiness and tiredness shown on wintry nights,
T’is not the reason of being such alike.
Though, the countless trips to and from work and home,
Can present a different story of the thoughts of one’s own.
Anxious to get back home to bed the wife for the night,
Whilst the wife fears of the food preparation ahead,
And cuddles her children with words of a human housewife,
Then ponders of wild dreams of murder, for the husband arriving late.
His drunkenness shows no respect for the family,
Her questions, a little to make him feel left out.
But to no avail he awakened the very next morning,
And demands for his wife to make bed and breakfast for him.
Angers feelings grow in her heart of broken glass,
She hides these feelings when her children speak to her.
She telephone calls her mother and also her best girlfriend,
As they comfort her from making her mind, go round the world.
Lead her not into darkness; she pretends to commit murder,
But he that has caused this entire nightmare only wanted her for money.
Rich as she may have been, before the children were born,
The memorial rose he gave to her (just ten years ago), she thorns!
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