The Blue Bowl

I had intended to post this yesterday. I am trying to re-focus on my domestic role, and I found the thoughts in this poem, "The Blue Bowl" so beautifully expressed what I want to do. This morning I read Emily G's post on the husband/wife relationship, and I was reminded of it. It's funny how often other bloggers are thinking about the same things.

The Blue Bowl

By Blanche Bane Kuder

All day I did the little things,

The little things that do not show;

I brought the kindling for the fire,

I set the candles in a row,

I filled a bowl with marigolds--

The shallow bowl you love the best--

And made the house a pleasant place

Where weariness may take its rest.



The hours sped on, my eager feet

Could not keep pace with my desire.

So much to do, so little time!

I could not let my body tire;

Yet, when the coming of the night

Blotted the garden from my sight,

And on the narrow, graveled walks

Between the guarding flower stalks

I heard your step; I was not through

With services I meant for you.



You came into the quiet room

That glowed enchanted with the bloom

Of yellow flame. I saw your face,

Illumined by the firelit space,

Slowly grow still and comforted--

"It's good to be at home," you said.