The
farmers wife is cleaning
that
will come as no surprise
the
mess caused by the farmer
doesn't
register in his eyes
the
tramping of clarty boots
that
should be left outside
walks
the recent hovered rug
with
arrogance and pride
each
day the constant battle
to
separate and retain
a
sanctum of tranquillity
far
from the farms' domain
she
logs in all the income
a
piffling small amount
notes
in horror the outgoings
from
the farm account
she
visits the local surgery
in
confidence to discuss
a
malfunction of some organ
but
doesn't make a fuss
a
phone call to the daughter
listening
to her woe
of
the city life an mounting debt
a
wrong time to let her know
it's
lambing and she is needed
her
hands petite and thin
to
grab the legs and shift the head
of
lambs stuck within
she
wonders if they will notice
the
passing of her life
and
can the farm continue
without
the farmers wife
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