Her
Do you see her?
There. Her! Over there!
Do you see her?
The woman with the three children at her feet and the infant in her arms.
The woman who cooks and cleans and takes of the children all on her lonesome.
Right there---the woman who laid on her back and bore those children.
Her, the woman with once beautiful black hair and vibrant skin.
Her, who only gave, gave, gave while you took, took, took.
Her! The woman who gave her life to you.
Her--- Your wife.
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