A Greek Wives’ Tale
A Greek wife sits upon her chair,
Her hands are clasped, her feet are bare.
Upon the stove the stew does bubble,
If it was not, there would be trouble.
A Greek wife knows her place you see,
To keep the house and always be,
Attentive to her spouse and guests,
For a woman has no time to rest.
To bare a son is her life aim
For he will carry on the name,
A daughter will just spread the brood,
And help to clean and cook the food.
For years Greek wives have been the neck
That turns the head above the deck.
They are the founders of their race,
No man could ever take their place.
A Greek wife knows she must be strong,
Oppressed and scorned she’ll carry on.
Tradition would have us believe
That Adam was more wise than Eve,
But in years to come we will regale,
The wisdom of a Greek Wives’ tale.
- “This is a (Greek) man’s world” (ekaterinabotziou.com)