Thursday, March 5, 2009

Who Else?

In winter who’ll remember
My bulbs beneath the snow
Who’ll rub my copper kettle
Into a burnished glow?

Oh who will wash my tea pot
As Eddie Arnold sings
And knit my rainbow woolens
Into a thousand things?

Oh who will place my bowls and cups
Where I would have them go
And who will scatter birdseed
When blustery north winds blow?

Who’ll use the little water pot
For growing greens and vine
And shake my pretty towels out
And hang them on the line?

Who’ll play my Elvis hymn songs
And dust my many frogs
And kindling the fireplace
Enjoy the glowing logs?

And who will take my baskets
And hold them in her hand,
And who will read the books I love
And do the things I planned?

You thought I would be leaving?
Why should I go away?
My little house won’t let me go.
So, happily, I’ll stay.