Poetry of Kansas
 

Don't Cry, Mom

 
I've stripped the bed
Washed the sheets
And hung them out to dry
This feeling, I'm feeling, is all compelling
My daughter's married and left our dwelling
And I'm about to cry.
 
I've mopped the floor
Wiped the shelves
And left them there to dry
This marriage, a marriage, my life rearranges
Her life, how exciting, needed some changes
And I'm about to cry.
 
I've scraped the dishes
Washed them well
And stacked them up to dry
Her happiness, sweet, she is not concealing
Life's secrets, to her, are now revealing
And I'm about to cry.

__Charlotte Keith
Morland, Kansas
October 27, 1989

 
Used by permission of the poet
 
July 21, 2001 / John & Susan Howell / Wichita, Kansas / howell@kotn.org

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