A Poem by Jean Fleming
28.7.14
"At ninety-seven, will I be able to write a poem capturing the scaffold of my life? How would I want it to read?"
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Vermeer, The Kitchenmaid Commons |
Old woman, keeper of a house,
Keeper of her heart,
Lover of one man.
Her life a scaffold of discipline and creativity:
Morning after morning: Jesus.
Her heart Bible-bent.
Prayers rise.
Every day an offering of various-sameness:
One hour of exercise (Oh, I wish!),
Dishes washed, laundry hung,
Generations welcomed,
Fed.
A good book, read.
Art made life,
Life made art.
Preparation made forever.
Praying that we will live well the week ahead of us,
Blessings,

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