Home Sweet Home

I bought a bag of clementines today! I got home and placed them

in my blue flowered bowl and the sight of it immediately took me

to an old poem that I love. The poem mentions marigolds in a

favorite blue bowl. Well, I'm fresh out of marigolds in December but

the color here is the same! I love this poem because it reminds me of

myself. One of my very favorite things to do is puttering around

my little home and making it a welcoming, comforting place for

all five of my guys. I love it when they come home and the place

looks nice, something in the oven smells terrific and they feel loved.

I imagine any of my five men and our little home when I read this....

The Blue Bowl

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 might 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 you 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.

Blanche Bane Kuder 1882-?