Saturday, November 24, 2007

Day is Done



She never sits out on her porch
Until her work is done
Dishes washed and put away
Floors swept and counters cleaned
Laundry hung on the line to dry
Beds made with plumped-up pillows
Phone calls made to her grown sons
And to her good friend down the road
To talk about who drove by this morning
And what they might be up to

Then, when everything is taken care of
She sits out on her front porch
In the metal glider filled with cushions
Wearing a clean cotton dress and apron
And waits to see who might pass byAnd what they might be up to

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