'I Am The Other Woman' Poem by Linda Winchell

I am the other woman
that's now in my husband's life.
He doesn't go and see his mom to much
now that he's taken me, for his wife!

His mother seems to be jealous
of this love relationship, we have.
I've tried to include her in our lives
but she seems to, just get mad!

She can't smoke in our home
My husband and I won't, that allow!
But she can at least come to, Holiday dinners
and have her smoke, when she leaves somehow!

She never seems to like what I've cooked
say's it's, 'UGLY' and it taste like Poo!
So what is me, the other woman I ask?
now, what am I too do?

I've tried going over to her place
bought her candy and great gifts!
But she askes, 'Where is my son these days? '
and throws a, tantrum childish fit!

I have never stopped her son from visiting
or calling her up, on the telephone!
I know she's getting old and frail
and is tired of being, left all alone!

I think I need to gently ask
my husband to, stop more than he has!
Because one day, I too might be acting like her
with that other woman feeling, that's so bad!