If only dinner cooked itself,
And groceries grew upon the shelf;
If children did as they were told,
And never had a cough or cold;
And washed their hands, and wiped their boots,
And never tore their Sunday suits,
But always tidied up the floor,
Nor once forgot to shut the door.
If John remembered not to throw
His papers on the ground. And oh!
If he would put his pipes away,
And shake the ashes on the tray
Instead of on the floor close by;
And always spread his towel to dry,
And hung his hat upon the peg,
And never had bones in his leg.
Then, there's another thing. If Jane
Would put the matches back again
Just where she found them, it would be
A save of time to her and me.
And if she never did forget
To put the dustbin out; nor yet
Contrive to gossip with the baker,
Nor need ten thunderbolts to wake her.
Ahem! If wishes all came true,
I don't know what I'd find to do,
Because if no one made a mess
There'd be no need of cleanliness.
And things might work so blissfully,
In time--who knows?--they'd not need me!
And this being so, I fancy whether
I'll go on keeping things together.
http://www.gutenberg.org/files/3477/3477.txt
The Verse-Book Of A Homely Woman, by Elizabeth Rebecca Ward, AKA Fay Inchfawn
Fay Inchfawn wrote gentle, spiritual verse reflecting her own deep feeling on spiritual themes. She also wrote on commonplace everyday themes and on nature but always with a gentleness and sense of fun that endeared her to many readers in a long creative lifetime. She was the authoress of 39 books published between 1920 and 1969.
A post in honor of upcoming Mother's Day.
http://oldpoetry.com/oauthor/show/Fay_Inchfawn
vintage pics: http://www.flickr.com/photos/10549679@N06/
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