Wife
Who is a wife
Who is a wife Is she your mother Is she your daughter Is she your sister Is she your neighbor Is she your friend? Is she your enemy? Is she your angel? Is she your guardian? Is she your lover Is she your darling Is she somebody You need to strive to live with Who is a wife to you? Is she a person Who deserves respect Is she a someone Who deserves your attention How do you identify Somebody as a wife to you Just because you said I do Does that mean anything at all for you What are her job expectations? What need to be her qualifications ? Does she need persistence? Or patience? Does she need to be forever forgiving Does she need to be an article of judgment Does she need to be your baby sitter Or your baby’s sitter What makes a wife perfect Is she somebody you need Somebody mature To deal with all your chores? Does she need to be able to handle A-Z Would it then be perfect for you Isn’t a wife a gift from God to you? Do you treat her like such? Think about this Peace ✌🏽
This piece moved me deeply. It’s not just a poem it’s a mirror. It gently asks us to pause and really think: who is a wife, beyond the roles we assign her? Is she just someone who fills in the gaps, or someone we truly see? The questions feel like quiet echoes of things many women live but rarely say aloud. It made me reflect on how often love is confused with expectation, and how easily respect can be forgotten in routine. The line about whether saying “I do” means anything it lingers. Because commitment isn’t just a moment, it’s a way of being. This poem doesn’t offer answers it invites us to feel, to question, and maybe, to do better.