This, then, is the first line
Of this poem, my first submission
For your brief, kind, consideration.
You can see from this line what I’ve read:
Your requirements for spacing and such.
You exceed expectations, asking so much.
I’ve heard from others
—Libertines and scoundrels and cads—
That they sent you scads
Written, colored pencil and crayon, on
Construction paper and lace hearts,
With easy rhymes such as “Daddy’s farts.”
Not a rejection in the pile!
So please accept this pome,
Though it may not scan (whatever that is),
Or fall pleasingly from the lips,
Because I’ve adoring children
Who think the world of their dad.
Do you want them sad?
In housework, as in any field primarily concerned with the reduction of chaos, the work itself is not noticed; only the failures are.
Take a few moments today to thank your spouse, your domestic help, your secretary, your department of public works, your firefighter, your sysadmin for keeping chaos at bay.
Rain falling from the sky
Slowly sliding off the roof
Dripping down the window panes
Glittering on the spider webs
Gently slipping down the leaves
Making puddles on the ground
The sun shows its royal presence
It pushes the clouds away
The rainbow makes me smile
© 2009, Emily Cox
- 1 c. sugar
- 1 c. flour
- 1 c. milk
- 1 stick butter
- 3 tsp. baking powder
- 1 qt. fruit, sweetened
Heat sweetened fruit in saucepan. Melt butter in deep baking dish (at least a 2 qt. size). Mix sugar, flour, milk and baking powder. Pour batter into hot, melted butter, then add hot fruit.
Bake at 375° for 25 minutes.
Serve from the oven, topped with ice cream.
recipe from Leta Bell Cox, published in the Beverly Presbyterian Church Cookbook (2002)