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She nags her husband
That they have no car. She has lost all track Where her sisters are. Her children are impudent And underfed; She reads cheap novels And buys store bread; In leisure moments Her fingers fly Sewing the widest lace She can buy On mercerized cottons For her cedar chest, And putting "lazy-daisy stitch" On some, for "best". The homespun linen Her forebears wove Is on the kitchen table By the rusty stove. __May Willams Ward. |
Seesaw
May Williams Ward
page 23
(Atlanta: The Bozart Press. 1929)