Joan
Joan now says that she could panic
but she must stay right on track.
Says it’s her turn for a breakdown
but no time to think like that.
Yet again she bears my burden
working hours both day and night.
Making sure whatever happens
we’re prepared to stand and fight.
Though Joan’s only five foot nothing
no bigger girl I’ve ever seen.
Shoulders all life can throw at her,
most would break where she has been.
She’s the one who’s strong and able,
always had to carry on.
As a wife and loving mother,
woman’s work is never done.
Now you know why I don’t worry
when my backs against a wall.
With the love of my good woman
always there to break my fall.
So when I write about my feelings
please remember how I stand.
Leaning on my children’s mother,
together always hand in hand.
Ivor G Davies
Copyright © Ivor Davies | Year Posted 2016
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