I am the First Lady of the land
But I feel the last one of them.
They all come ahead of me
I am the last one on his list.
I'm the last one he comes to
Kiss me Good Night at night.
When I am sleeping after
Crying all night when he was
Busy attending all the things
That counts and come first.
I am so called First lady but
I always come last in priority
I do so many things to fill up
The huge void in my life but
It's not enough to substitute
A husband's love all night.
Days are easy but the nights
Are so lonely I cry every night.
Kris ~ Dreamweaver
www.poetrypoem.com/dreamweaver
14th May 2020.
