You might not know
when you think of me
that, sorting laundry
I make two piles
one for the dresser
and one for the closet

That I’m not much
of a cook
but do scrub
pots and tools,
fill and empty
the dishwasher

You may not know
that I take out trash
make our bed
feed the finicky cats
and add gas to the car

There may seem to be
nothing special
in these acts

But I am grateful
to be with all of you
as we do them