Ms.Sheila

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My Helpmate

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I have quietly taken over

The things you cannot do

And now I button all your shirts

Then kneel to tie your shoes

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Your hair is often out of place

And you're upset when it's askew

So my fingers re-arrange it

Because you ask me to

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You've always done the work outside

For that was in your care

But it's something you can't do right now

So it's me that kneels out there

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You are my helpmate as I am yours

We are each others hands

But there are several differences

I thought you'd understand

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A man protects his family

He shields them from all harm

If a noise awakes him from his sleep

He guards them with his arms

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What sort of man calls to his wife

When he has heard a sound

Then lies in bed to watch her go

To see what will be found

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The man in him has disappeared

If ever he was there

Were he to read her thoughts right then

He'd puzzle if she cared.

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