I held my heart inside my chest,
something I alone do best.
I pinched myself, to be sure twas true,
that I was me, and was not you.
Busy as a bee at work,
never one to ever shirk,
I toiled away day and night,
doing the things of a dutiful wife.
Until there was no more to be done,
no longer taking note, or messages to run.
So through the open sunlit door,
I walked and walked for evermore.
Tushie 12/7/12
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