*** Poem by Teresa Podemska Abt
***
I never thought
that I would want to iron the collars of your shirts
I never imagined folding towels and children’s clothes
Never did I expect a willingness to count days full of hope and humbleness
I never presumed
that I would desire feelings of thrills and awaiting
and although it’s true
that I occasionally would indulge in illusions
I did not realise
that I’d become their slave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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