I welcome him like I welcome cold sores. He's from England, he's angry and he's got Mad Power Disease.
Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.
I prefer the word 'homemaker' because 'housewife' always implies that there may be a wife someplace else.