You’re my provider- aren’t you? Head of household mighty and strong. Sweat making your body glisten from a hard day of work, Pain shooting through every muscle and joint as you lifted the weight of providing, surviving and striving for your family. You are my provider- aren’t you? The one that milks me down with communication and understanding. That clothes me in love and security, never having to wonder “what if” You are my provider- aren’t you? The one that is brave enough to protect me and gentle enough to hold me. The one that will swallow your pride before we go without, The one that carries a load one step at a time and when it can’t be done will say so. You are my provider- aren’t you? Aren’t you? My feet ache from the road I’ve been traveling. My back aches from the load I’ve been carrying. Not only have I been carrying me but I’ve been carrying you. I am your provider- aren’t I?