There is a wife today

busy with the daily chores:

folding linen,

packing lunches,

choosing the home décor.

There is a husband overseas

lying by his mistress

while his soul finds no rest.

Money spills from his wallet.

His unsuspecting wife is proud of his crowns

She doesn’t know

How lost is his soul.

The love they shared he has traded

for the logo of his corporation,

profit his solo motivation.

Monetary kingdom, bribery and lies.

Betrayed sanctum,

smiles that soon will dissipate.

Every step, a misguide.

There is a wife today

Whose tears will wash the face

melting into an ocean of pain,

children to be disposed of

the world they have known.

There is a husband

who lost his soul.

Will he ever find his way home?

Sandra Lira Rodrigues

January 2010