Vessel Of Clay Poem by Sheena Blackhall

If my husband was more like my father
My, he'd be a wonderful man
For nothing was too much trouble
For the head of the family clan

If my husband was more like my father
I'd still be the Queen of the May
And my path would be scattered with flowers
But my husband's a vessel of clay

If my husband was more like my father
He would always be mine to command
But my husband is not like my father
And there is no Promised Land