24 June 2008, 8:04 AM
I pour your second cup of coffee,
feeling just a little back handed,
knowing you owe this courtesy,
at least in part, to the fact that
I'd rather you stayed a while longer
with me here at home, and I know
you're the same way. We know
you have to go to work, and I have
chosen to stay and raise the little ones,
avert chaos in our home so we
can sit together at day's end,
sip a beer, a cider, or a glass of tea
and enjoy Paradise for the few
hours of the day which are truly ours.
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