Married to a man that works in the oil rigs
Work for a strong honest man, you know?
The kind that works just for his family
Never wanting more than to keep them happy
Or less than that, really
Not trying to be better than the next door neighbor
Not asking his family to live in squalor either

The comfort of routine
Knowing what happens at each hour of each day
Going home at the end of a gruelling day
to a sweet smelling kitchen
And a daughter waiting to play the crossword puzzle together
Kissing his girls bye on his way to work
The one in bed, the other at the kitchen counter
Familiarity

But then, calamity doesn’t search for bad people
Calamity shows up at the doorstep of the least expected victims
Ready for a long visit
Everything once believed in is ashambles
Things once meticulously planned are on a day to day basis
What does tomorrow hold!?