A Mother, Another, A Wife

She was a wife and a mother,she could not find any other description of herself

Subservient in his wake, he’s the man who charmed  her, impressed her with his riches,

He became a casual encounter

She became a Mother She became another of his “Bitches”

He moulds her and he folds her into the shape that he demands.

She's tired of his stories but jumps to his commands, and she wants the world to stop and have a recount.

When was it she fell into his snare?

She hasn’t got the courage now to speak out.

He will choose the dresses that she wears

Caged like a canary that’s forgotten how to sing,

Interned by her vows, imprisoned by a ring and she wonders how it came to this?

Good intention exiled in a kiss.

She couldn't wait for him to meet her folks.

He lit her cigarettes and told her silly jokes and life was warm.

How could this man do her any harm ?

He takes her out on Saturdays to show her to his friends and they always have an argument before the evening ends.

In company he smiles at her when topping up her drink as he interrogates her cell- phone and  tells her what to think and this is pure perdition

How could she arrive  in this position?.

At home the kids are driving him insane, he says he gets no peace around the home

On Monday he’ll be working, leaving her alone, and she’s scared to ask him where he goes?

Or how he earns his money? He likes to “ Keep her on her toes.”

She’s certain that he loves her, despite their ups and downs, because he buys her flowers when he comes to call..or following a beating , when he throws them up the wall, but on the whole she’s happy with her life she’s no longer a woman. She's a Mother, She’s another, She’s a wife.