I am a Pastor's Wife

I am a pastor's wife?

Shouldn't I have a bun in my hair

to wear that title?

Shouldn't I have a modest dress

for each day of the week?

I think I'm supposed to speak softly

and be gentle to all.

I think I'm supposed to play piano

and sing like an angel.

Don't I have to bake 

and have grand pot lucks?

Don't I have to have 

weekly tea parties for the ladies?

Well, I wear my hair down.

I only have pants.

I can be rather loud, 

not gentle at all.

I can plunk a few keys

but can't carry a tune.

I hate to bake 

and I don't drink tea.

I am a pastor's wife. 

by JoEllen Claypool
A poem from A Realist's Guide to Being a Pastor's Wife
http://www.amazon.com/Realists-Guide-Being-Pastors-Wife-ebook/dp/B008EYONAC/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1454204586&sr=8-1&keywords=joellen+claypool