Eye have had My Fill
of wedding rings
& long black hairs
dislodged from corners,
bed & bath
The man is Mine —
if He is a Man —
and I cannot live
the single life
Women are at least
as territorial as men,
and Eye run
a tight ship.
Eye hear the waves
from across The Guzzle
where rising
My Husband resides.
Eye will not be pushed around
by Him
or anyone else.
My presence
is
remarkable.
Eye am in a new phase
of My 57 Years:
contending with The Other Woman —
a role I once reluctantly played —
She is dark-haired
(I have acquired samples)
and intriguing
(of course She would have to be that —
My Husband goes after women who are more observant
than He is)
but how will He “treat” Her?
Joanna Gilman Hyde 