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It’s simply amazing what phrases pop into one’s head and stick - and as they stay there they develop, and as they develop the inner life takes over and what started out a superficial bit of twaddle turns into poetry of some substance, proving anything can become anything with a little bit of reflection. I Am A Housewife I am a housewife. Organize and deputize, Buy and cook, See that everything’s delicious, Making dishes at my best, Matching wish of man and guest. Preserving and conserving, I economize, Hunting down the clever buys So there’s savings at year’s end. Mix and blend creatively, And when I shop I stop and hesitate; contemplate And seldom buy on impulse. That said, I occasionally fall and do. But mostly, shopping for our food’s A yoga. So’s the Washing, cooking, dusting…more; The most and best health giving chore: Hands cleaner in the water, Waistline smaller, reaching up and for… No breadwinner, But a winner baking bread. Cakes and cookies all included. For, of course, the friends and husband Whom I feed, Try to supply each need Not because it is ‘the done thing’ But because it is the fun thing. Then there’s me. Filled with creativity. Actually, a private soul With my own needs to feel whole. I do not underplay the housewife role As many in society Who downplay tractability and duty. For to me it stands for beauty, Not for slavery. I am a being who serves house, Deserves the house, My house! Our house! No mouse by any means But combination heroine And superstar, Dishing out the wonder Of existence With insistence and persistence For a comfy coexistence Dishing out the dishes And a family’s wishes. I Am A Housewife 12.23.2018 Circling Around Woman II; Arlene over Woman II; Arlene Nover Corwin
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Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 6:18 PM UTC
I Am A Housewife
It’s simply amazing what phrases pop into one’s head and stick - and as they stay there they develop, and as they develop the inner life takes over and what started out a superficial bit of twaddle turns into poetry of some substance, proving anything can become anything with a little bit of reflection. I Am A Housewife I am a housewife. Organize and deputize, Buy and cook, See that everything’s delicious, Making dishes at my best, Matching wish of man and guest. Preserving and conserving, I economize, Hunting down the clever buys So there’s savings at year’s end. Mix and blend creatively, And when I shop I stop and hesitate; contemplate And seldom buy on impulse. That said, I occasionally fall and do. But mostly, shopping for our food’s A yoga. So’s the Washing, cooking, dusting…more; The most and best health giving chore: Hands cleaner in the water, Waistline smaller, reaching up and for… No breadwinner, But a winner baking bread. Cakes and cookies all included. For, of course, the friends and husband Whom I feed, Try to supply each need Not because it is ‘the done thing’ But because it is the fun thing. Then there’s me. Filled with creativity. Actually, a private soul With my own needs to feel whole. I do not underplay the housewife role As many in society Who downplay tractability and duty. For to me it stands for beauty, Not for slavery. I am a being who serves house, Deserves the house, My house! Our house! No mouse by any means But combination heroine And superstar, Dishing out the wonder Of existence With insistence and persistence For a comfy coexistence Dishing out the dishes And a family’s wishes. I Am A Housewife 12.23.2018 Circling Around Woman II; Arlene over Woman II; Arlene Nover Corwin
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Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 6:18 PM UTC
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