She got the job
7 days on
7 days off
7 nights on
7 days off.
She is small in stature
But enormous in heart
She is trying to learn
What it's all about.
Studious and engaged
Lost in the valves and processes
Compressed air and science
Hosing acidic mud.
She comes home in tears
Feeling stupid and angry
Belittled and exhausted
All I can do is hold her.
She does not give up
She does extra shifts
Walks the line
Figures out the complexities.
Night shifts are the worst
I leave the heater on in the morning
She spends all her time
With these people.
I feel a distance come between us
All she does is work
It's all she talks about
The extra shifts... I miss her.
The pennies drop
She understands the process
She recieves the benefits
The admiration and applause.
I envy her efforts
As I plod along in the background
I see her tired and weary
Falling asleep as I watch TV.
I become a side quest
When she has time
Her crew need her
I try to understand and smile.
She does dinners with them
I don't want to go
I don't understand their conversation
But still, I arrive and put on a show.
I am so proud
Yet, so jealous
Of her unwavering dedication
And continual efforts.
I hope, as a background noun
She appreciates my toil
I planted this seed
Now I must lay in the soil.
I will continue to support
This weapon of a woman
And hope she comes home to me
And the end of each shift.
I will stand and applaud
With the rest of her crew
At her tenacity and strength
Like a good husband should do.
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 8:59 PM UTC
She got the job
7 days on
7 days off
7 nights on
7 days off.
She is small in stature
But enormous in heart
She is trying to learn
What it's all about.
Studious and engaged
Lost in the valves and processes
Compressed air and science
Hosing acidic mud.
She comes home in tears
Feeling stupid and angry
Belittled and exhausted
All I can do is hold her.
She does not give up
She does extra shifts
Walks the line
Figures out the complexities.
Night shifts are the worst
I leave the heater on in the morning
She spends all her time
With these people.
I feel a distance come between us
All she does is work
It's all she talks about
The extra shifts... I miss her.
The pennies drop
She understands the process
She recieves the benefits
The admiration and applause.
I envy her efforts
As I plod along in the background
I see her tired and weary
Falling asleep as I watch TV.
I become a side quest
When she has time
Her crew need her
I try to understand and smile.
She does dinners with them
I don't want to go
I don't understand their conversation
But still, I arrive and put on a show.
I am so proud
Yet, so jealous
Of her unwavering dedication
And continual efforts.
I hope, as a background noun
She appreciates my toil
I planted this seed
Now I must lay in the soil.
I will continue to support
This weapon of a woman
And hope she comes home to me
And the end of each shift.
I will stand and applaud
With the rest of her crew
At her tenacity and strength
Like a good husband should do.
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