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I know
When I'm dead and gone
You will say I grocery shopped
And cooked pallet perfect dishes
And served you on silver platter
And perfumed our home
With love and care, just
As your closet, clothes, and shoes
Day in, day out appear

I know you will squirm, knowing
I crushed your crave for authority over me
"Fifty-eight bucks shouldn't go to Health Plex spa
I must cease voluntary service; I don't need school
I'm too old to jog, what's mine is yours."

I know you will grieve
My giving is what kept us poor
Like the rich once bankrupt

Never forget that magical day
After I said, my wealth is with features
Other than dollars, plus!
Don't say we're never going to have anything
Pray about it envision it believe it
And quietly it will come
A few days later, you got a fat check
And so did I

I know you will retrace
What the Cardiologist said
"You have a good heart."

I know you will repeat what I heard you say
"...You forgive and will do the very
Good, you vowed never to help me with"

I know you wish I were every woman
But Iris is the messenger goddess of the rainbow
And that too, my honey, is enough.

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