My name was Anne Hathaway, a maiden like no other,
Acting as a mother to my father and my brother.
I fell in love with a younger man and gladly took his name,
Mrs. Shakespeare is a name of fortitude and fame.
My husband is a playwright a poet and a wit.
It takes him far away from home, but I don’t mind a bit.
In London he makes the fortune that facilitates our life,
Then he rides 3 days to visit his devoted, waiting wife.
I am mistress of our beautiful home, and run it as I will,
I order this and purchase that, my husband pays the bill.
I care not that he is not the most attentive, ardent lover.
His affection shows in his support, of our children and my brother.
Yes, I am a dutiful daughter, mother, friend and wife.
I don’t burden my dear husband with petulance or strife.
It is unseemly for a woman to disobey a man,
Though this can be a challenge, I do the best I can
William wanted Anne Hathaway to be his wedded wife,
And I became the wife my husband needed in his life.
His London life is different, dramatic, fancy-free.
But when his work is over, he will return to me.