My husband likes my company,
And likes to have me near,
He says I am his dearest friend,
And have been many a year.
If I venture to go near him
On some errand for myself
He asks if I would hand him
Something from the shelf.
If I venture onto the lawn
Where he perchance is mowing,
He says would I please clear the path
Ahead, where he is going.
His yell is heard across the house,
From inside the den,
The TV control is all messed up,
Would I fix it once again.
When we start a trip he checks the oil,
And gives the tires a kick;
“Honey, do you have your glasses?
Cause I can’t read this stick.”
I love my husband dearly,
And always think he’s great,
But Lord, its plain to see
Why you called the wife ‘helpmate’.
~ Joyce Guy ~
[ by: Joyce Guy (Joy Of Art Shop) -- Copyright © 2004 (firstname.lastname@example.org) -- submitted by: Joyce Guy ]
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