I read a poem once many years ago in an Eng Lit class written by a woman, who was talking about how she "wanted a wife" to do all the various mundane things that a house wife does, so she wouldn't have to do them herself.
Does anyone know this poem? What is the name of it and the author? TIA!
Banana, doula wife to Papa Banana and mother to Banana One, Banana Two, Banana Three, Banana Four...
I don't know who wrote it, but I know the one you mean!
Edited to add, I found it:
Not a poem, but an essay, from 1970.
Periodically I grumble that I want a wife and my knuckle-head husband says he'd be very happy to oblige and find me one.
Someone moved my effing cheese.
aaaaaaaah i remember this essay and the tongue in cheek tone. i had no idea she had read it in public. :)
i say this all the time. i really DO need a wife. not a husband.
i dont see why i should not with changing times.
i am better at doing 'husband' things.