she cooks, she washes and serves us
no one remembers when it was otherwise,
why should it ever change
we are all happy and satisfied
our needs her needs
the sun comes up the sun goes down
the earth turns round
another day
guided by philosophy
we believe in her
indentured by marriage
and motherhood too
God helps her to manage
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem