Forgotten Wife

I clean a house that no man sees,
Scrubbing the dirt on my hands and knees.
Washing the linens and sweeping the floor,
I don’t want this life of mine no more.

I’m cooking these dinners I eat by myself,
Pulling my spices down from the shelf.
I’m a fine cook; I know that’s true,
But I miss those nights I broke bread with you.

Now I’m folding these clothes, and
Sewing up holes,
Walking the dog,
And scrubbing out bowls,
And I find myself saying “I just need a rest”
So I sit myself down with this weight in my chest.

I clean a house that no man remembers,
And I fear I’ll be here ‘til my fire is embers.
Locked in my house where no man must know
That I stay here inside ‘cause I forgot how to grow.