Maker of My Home

Upon the counter, she kneads her dough This woman, not of intimidating frame But yet, such strength, she pounds away My wife, my love, who has taken my name Such pride I have, to call her that She makes my house a lovely home So for her strength and loving ways From her heart I’d never roam Oh woman, when sun descends As I walk through this unlocked door To see you standing, yet with a smile I could not love you even more The children run to greet me, true The dog, she begs and whimpers strong But this, my love I must convey It’s with your heart, that I belong