A Wife's Cry

Perfection? Surely I am not built as one, In all my scurry to do my duties, I will miss out on one or two, Always reminded, Always pointed out, Demotivating, deafening, At times, mind bombing, You didn't make me my milk, You didn't tell me to, You should have asked me, Really? You couldn't just tell me, And now you sulk before you sleep? I feel defeated, tired, exhausted, Why didn't I remember to ask? Why didn't you just tell me? I wash your clothes, So you'll have a clean pair to wear to work, I clear the lump of hair from the manhole, and wash the toilet, So you'll feel comfortable while showering, I change the bedsheet, the pillow case, make the bed, So you'll have sweet dreams in your sleep, I cook the food according to your liking, So you will enjoy your every meal, I behave as how you admire a woman to be, So you'll be proud to have me, So many little things that I do, just so to please you, Why do you fuss about the one thing, that manage to slip of my mind? But not a word for an array of wonderful things, I do out of love for you, A wife was what I took an oath for you, I am just flesh and blood, with freckles of flaws, I can never be flawless in my deeds, But news flash my dear, So can't you,