To me, she is the riches
even on such days she's
up to her elbows in dishes
with a babe whining on her dress
cause she had the nerve to say,
"Go clean up that mess!"
Covered in a vile muck
from head to toe and all in between
from a day that frankly, just sucks!
Every night, she skips from the dark
room of her little darlings
exhausted from a day of play in the park.
A moment to breathe, she sighs
at the thoughts of what her life
has become. She softly cries
at the lonliness deep inside, a void
filled by only a dream yet imagined,
a thought that she must avoid
for now. It is in this hour she hides
in the shadows, in hopes no one will
see. It is in this hour I want to pull her aside
wrap her up in my arms for all of eternity
because I must confess it is in this moment
She is the most beautiful of all, to me.
