The Lonely Wife

Each evening I wait for the sound of your key
As it turns in the lock when you come home to me.
Alone with the children all day in the house,
That I've no-one to talk with it my only grouse.
The children are sweeties, but when they're so young,
Their skills at discussion have hardly begun.
They chatter all day like a trio of birds,
But understand only the simplest of words.
There's no-one at home living anywhere near,
So no deep discussions are possible here.
So I wait your return and the chance to enjoy,
Talk that's not aimed  at our small girls and boy.