Monday, August 3, 2009


A woman in a cage,
She breaks down in rage,
Never to engage,
Her life long desire.

In sickness,
In health,
Here she stands,
By his side.

Through the day,
Through the night,
Never once,
Does she make a sound.

She yearns for more,
Than to be heard,
Is more her concern.

©thelma migue, 2009

1 comment:

  1. The rhyme at the begginin dint quite come off but the msg did come across loud n clear..