As Always Poem by Sandra Osborne

Not much of a wife to her girlfriend,
Sometimes not much of a friend.
She works all week at the center,
With never no money to lend.
She wishes she had some more patience
She curses and laughs at her fate,
She hopes that the fearing will leave her
As always, before it’s too late.

She works real hard at the center
Up early, she showers by five,
Needs more than the work to sustain her,
Barely smiles, doesn't know shes alive.
So she prays to God wholly earnest,
And begs him to just take her home,
As she sits there and misses her girlfriend,
And is always, as always, alone.

And this sad lonely poor little girlfriend,
This woman she loves more than life,
Still wishes and hopes she'll feel better,
She's wishing for a wonderful wife.
And there's no use in saying “I’m Sorry”
The sorry’s were already said,
So it’s off to work in the morning,
As always, it’s early to bed.

So she hopes and she prays on the drive in,
And she dreams of the good days gone by,
And she misses her still sleeping girlfriend,
And she hurts and the pain makes her cry.
She’s a wife to a wife that she loves so,
And she hates all the fighting they do;
But I am that wife, you’re my center,
And as always, I love you, I do.