“No wife of mine will have to work” she said
he said, near half a century ago.
And though she held career ideas in head
and heart, she liked to feel her belly grow,
and after giving birth she fell in love
with baby, kitchen, loom, and Mason jars.
She settled into gentle as a dove
and nurtured in the rented homes and cars.

Do you believe it? Want to buy a bridge?
This history of family won’t stand.
A hippie can’t afford to care who wins
the bread, so while the wife maintained the fridge,
she worked from home and took in thirty grand
a year. But this is how a myth begins.