Handy Marriage

My hand in marriage.

That was all and what he asked for

I guess that was all he wanted,

my hands,

the multitasking machine.

His loins needed these hands

his stomach and dishes needed these hands too

his bed needed these hands.

And his ego,

to nurture them like seeds until they ripen

to make him feel like superman.

His children will need these same hands

when it’s 6am and the school bell calls these hands to work.

All he wanted was a hand,

that which never sleeps nor slumber,

and my culture  in glee gave mine to him,

blessed them into labor , fit for service.

They call it solemn matrimony.