Her mother-in-law, who was
Always a fine home-maker,
Bites her tongue about the dust,
Or tries to, at any rate.
Sometimes eyebrows speak for you.
A nurse on a cancer ward,
Who’s been a missionary
In the bush, who’s lived in huts,
And is thirty-five years old
Already, with her first child
Often at the breast (eyebrows),
Won’t likely take housekeeping
As a major point of pride.
Her mother-in-law knows this.
Still, it’s the 1960s,
For heaven’s sake, the Space Age.
We’re not living in the bush.
Give the baby a bottle.
Clean up a bit. Pull the drapes.
Get a good vacuum cleaner.
Be a more modern woman.
Thursday, June 9, 2022
Late Modernity
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