Worshiped for a day

As I stretch towards the morning sky I smell breakfast by my nose see the bright yellow orange of a mimosa,
and the smell of a rich cup of joe.
I am amused and delighted no screaming, children no one at the moment just time and air.
and that would be great simple, but there is more a team of misuses come to work out my kinks, a beautician, come to work out my naps, a make up artist comes from mac, a stylist comes and helps me pick out a gown.
A limo comes and I am riding around town.
We go see a opera, he tells me there we have someone to watch the son and daughter.
Later we have Italian food, and a gourmet Italian Restaurant no olive garden, something that is hard to start pronouncing
Two dozen red, red roses imported form Venice, a ticket to Barcelona for 3 days, just a little get \\away.
But hey extravagance is not always the most intelligent, Wake up, take me out, to a small Greenwich village coffee shop with a new top and some classic bell bottom jeans, Lunch at a sushi restaurant and bar.
Take me to Bloomingdales find me the nicest dress, by far so we hang out after six, at some prince street fix, after going to a poetry club, or maybe catching a flick or just having being in love sharing a hug or a public kiss..
A day without the kids, and this would be the end of a perfect day.
But this is not reality anyway, got a husband with no money, but he rather spend his day with his girlfriend or the both of us, then giving one day that is just for us.
But every valentines day is never happy, and I just get hurt and angry, feel used and crappy, for there little thanx and never romance on this day, this day is the day everyone forgets I exist and I wish was worth a gift.
Again I guess that's for other women.
Or just maybe I'll turn around and in the blink of an eye I'll be worshiped
Just a little longer day.