Karen Jones Poet I do not know?

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 June 15, 2024 at 6:19 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 June 15, 2024 at 7:06 PM Thank you! I think it is courageous as well and often it may be at the objection of the groom to be.