Reveling in Life's Blissful Ordinaries

As long as there are

Laundry-line lullabies

Ever-green framed skies

Freshly-baked pies

And barefoot brothers

As long as

Soft pink remains

For girlies and geraniums

And the kettle softly hums

A tea-song for mothers

As long as sun-flowers beam

Where gardeners dream

Beneath mellow-gold gleam

Of August warm glee

Then this world, in spite of gloom

And its projected doom

Is not half as woebegone

As it could be

© Janet Martin