Men waiting outside the fabric store
Sitting in cars, humming to the radio
Standing with a cigarette watching traffic go by
Sitting, eyes glazed.
These are the patient men,
the blesséd men,
who wait while colours are contemplated
drape is determined
possibilities are dreamed.
These are the rewarded later men,
who chauffeur home happy wives,
smile vacantly, and say
thankful their wives know nothing
about the cost of tools.
You’ve forgotten, these are the men, which dreams are made from!
Beautiful piece Mrs. Bird,
You’re lovingly welcome…
I love the dbl ententre of that last line!
I LOVE the surprise finish. And I do know what tools cost. So I don’t feel bad for spending some $ on fabric. A girl’s gotta have her stash…
The thing is, women know full well, the cost of tools.
Perhaps they do; perhaps they don’t.
Thanks, Dorna. BTW- I love your name. Very unique!
Thank You, I have been told Dorna falls between the American/English -Dorothy and Dorian. 🙂 Your own name is quite beautiful itself. 🙂 I have known a few female Shawn in life. 🙂
🙂 Yes, there are a few of us. I suspect our mothers all shared the same baby book. I do wish my folks had used the undeniably feminine Welsh name Siân (which according to Google translate means hum and murmur, which seems oddly appropriate. My great-grandmother was Welsh. (Margaret Owen- of Holyhead very hard to trace, like John Smith!)
All I can say is… so sweet. I love it so much. Made me think of my dad and want to give him a hug.
Thank you. 🙂 I miss my dad.
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Is this applicable, Neha?
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Men are ATM
Almost all my friends make the same or more $ than their husbands, so I don’t know about that one.
They may earn ,then why for they expect men to get them things
Why do they get things for their men?
No they’re not
They’re not thankful wives don’t know about tool prices, or they’re not virtuous?
They’re not waiting outside of fabric stores. :p
Oh sure they are. There were 2 waiting for wives when I was at the fabric store on Thursday. One outside on the walk. One in his car. 🙂