Her fifteen hour days drain her energy
Yet her radiance lingers for when I arrive
Her days are filled with troubled young ones pleading
I do what I can to ease the tension of my weary eyed wife
She is a battler a concerned warrior who can take the heat
Yet the woes of the day gather in her mind to meet
At a table where anxiety eats
I see her vexed and do my best to address each
So pre-eye closing thought might be sweet
The day's problems can be hot and few realize zen
So before they accumulate I attempt to extract them
For she is the girl that made my life twice
My weary eyed girl who is foxy and wise
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