Playing House

Playing House
We bought crockery.
We decorated.
We visited markets and
He cooked dinner.
We shared the household chores.
We were equal.
We were happy.
Playing house was fun.

Then routine set in.
Children were born.
Crockery was smashed.
He hated my pictures.
I cooked dinner,
I cleaned house.
We were no longer equal.
We were no longer happy.
We didn’t want to play house anymore.

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