Heartland

A Woman's Poem

He didn't like the casserole
And he didn't like my cake.


He said my biscuits were too hard...
Not like his mother used to make.


I didn't perk the coffee right
He didn't like the stew,


I didn't mend his socks
The way his mother used to do.


I pondered for an answer
I was looking for a clue.


Then I turned around and smacked the s**t out of him...

Like his mother used to do.