Being a married woman, a title so divine,
Yet for me, it’s a full-time job, all the time.
An endless list of tasks, a never-ending chore,
A labor of love, that I adore.
Cooking, housekeeping, a teacher, and more,
A play facilitator, animator, and tour guide, in store.
A nanny, mother, cleaner, cuddle buddy too,
All these roles, I play, with a heart that’s true.
But that’s not all, I have a side hustle as well,
An 8-hour job, in a fancy office, I must compel.
A double life, I lead, with no time to spare,
A constant juggling act, with no room for error or care.
The world may see me, as just a wife,
But little do they know, the endless tasks I thrive.
The cooking, cleaning, and caring, all day and night,
The emotional labor, that comes with no end in sight.
But I do it all, with a heart full of love,
For my family, my home, sent from above.
I am the glue, that holds it all together,
The unseen labor, that makes our lives better.
So let us not forget, the value of our role,
The importance of our work, the love we unfold.
For being a married woman, is not just a title or name,
It’s a full-time job, with a never-ending list of tasks to claim.
So here’s to all the wives, who work tirelessly behind the scenes,
Your labor of love, is seen, and appreciated, it seems.
Keep cooking, cleaning, teaching, and guiding with grace,
For your work is valuable, and your love, leaves a lasting trace.
