They both walk into the door
At the end of a hard day
He sees a place of rest
His very own kingdom
The sofa a welcoming throne
On which is will soon sprawl leisurely
Reading the paper.
She sees the start
of her second shift for a job
she hadn't even applied for,
Yet she unquestioningly takes on,
Efficiently moving from one task to another on autopilot mode.
He looks up only to acknowledge the offering of coffee
The rich aroma a reminder of his privilege.
Never will he notice how others tiptoe around him
Not wanting to disturb him
And in their silence hailing his position as the head of the household.
She looks up only to take the next service request
Of unfinished craft projects
and specific dietary needs to be met
Never will she notice how everyone stomps around
Not ever pausing to ask want she needs
And in their silence declaring that this is what she signed up for
When she decided to work.
And as the evening slips into the night
They both lean back and sigh in unison
"There's no place like home"
The words just the same,
Yet in very different tones.
Yet in very different tones.
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