I walk in the shadow of my man,
all my smiles and comments have been banned;
I support him in his weak moments,
I soothe him when he’s hell-fire bent.
His greatness casts shadows on others,
yet, when he glides past, huge crowds gather;
the limelight makes him larger than life,
few know that he is trailed by his wife.
I walk in the shadow of my man,
from a distance I do what I can;
a cliché states behind a grand man,
is a loving wife holding his hand.
Fritillary Friends
9 hours ago
1 comment:
AMEN !
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