house wife

Not Your Maid, Not Your Burden

She wakes with the dawn, tired eyes still burning,
Carrying the weight the world keeps turning.
Housework in one hand, bills in the other,
A child on her hip, still trying to smother
The tears she hides behind a smile,
Walking life’s mile after mile.

She is not your maid, nor your hired care,
Not just a shoulder always there.
She’s not your therapist, or unpaid guide,
She’s the storm and the calm, side by side.

Your partner, your equal — not just a role,
Not someone to carry the family's whole toll.
If love is real, then take your share,
Of burdens she bears, of the weight and the care.

So look beyond coffee, phone, and pride,
And walk, not behind her — but right by her side.
She’s your wife, your world, your sacred vow,
Not your obligation — respect her now.