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
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