Things will be busy the next couple of weeks as school (and work) begins again for me. Please bear with me if posts are elusive for a little while. Meanwhile I am borrowing a poem to share written by my friend and Cleveland Heights poet laureate Gail Ghetia Bellamy. This is one of my favorites:
Tall Kitchens
by Gail Ghetia Bellamy
In my first marriage
we moved a lot
and I struggled
in tall kitchens
where other women
had hung their tea cups
and stored their grandmothers'
turkey platters
I tried to
hit all the hooks
reach all the shelves
and make fresh-baked pies
with good apple smells
that would waft from
windowsills
to backyards
so none of the neighbors
would notice
how short I fell.
7 comments:
Love this one Diane
Thanks for sharing it. I think many of us have been that once or twice!
Linda
DVF -
I LOVED the poem - I can relate to it from way back when - as a new bride.
i also tried and tried
p.s. - No worries about blogging - take care of what you need to.
you
.. end of August/beginning of September always is a busy changing time. (me too).
Enjoy your work and school and all....... I learned that in Al-Anon live in the MOMENT.
I like this a great deal. That striving to live up to expectations, so well captured in the heights of cup-hooks and shelves. Really nice. I can see why she's a favourite.
Kat
Love the poem! I still fall short every day. And I never make pies. Sigh. My poor hubby. :)
Hope this school year treats you well, friend. Til we hear from you again..
Do what ;you need to do in the transition. We'll be waiting.
They fell short not recognizing how tall you are.
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