Homemaker

Oct 21, 2004 20:35

I just revised this. I'd love to get some feedback.

Homemaker

Spools, buns, thimbles, eyelets,
pins, cushions: bruised strawberries:
a map of the stars spilled
across her apron: opal buttons.

Straight-backed charm, balanced book.
Feed a family of six for a dollar and 6.
Good sense, prohibition never ended
behind her white picket fence.

By the dinky tracks black costs less,
but, in the house it costs more,
in heart, in time, in anger, in hope
to keep the children from the wind.

She made apple pie every Sunday,
meatloaf Tuesday, greens everyday.
Good food helped them rush home;
never linger on that corner.

It’s a lost art, and after all:
a store-bought pie is just as good,
a new shirt is easy enough to buy.
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