Cold Feet

I’m afraid my feet are now cold On an idea I was once sold To be wife for life to smile and cry With days and nights bound by ring of gold I don’t want to be a sex slave Little more than a breeder and maid To lose my father’s name for a harder husband’s gain My independence will surely fade to gray

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Linda Alice Fowler

Date: 6/15/2024 6:19:00 PM

I admire women who keep their name even though they choose to marry. And those who refuse to have their father "give them away" are heroines to independence and courage. I know many cultures and individuals would disagree, but there is so much more than being a breeder and maid. Nicely expressed Karen. :)

Karen Jones
Date: 6/15/2024 7:06:00 PM

Thank you! I think it is courageous as well and often it may be at the objection of the groom to be.