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               Pat Jourdan -

 
               A Respectable Price
 
               My mother, mistress of the sugar-dredger
                the butter-roll scoop, sugarcube tongs
                the cakestand, meatsafe, breadbin
                milkpan, carving knife
                jam spoons, serving spoons, soup ladle
                teapot stand, tea caddy, tea cosy
                crumb brush, crumb tray
                serviette rings, waterjug, decanter and bedroom bowl and jug
                jelly moulds, matching candlesticks
                button-hook, darning mushroom
                needlework box, laundry chest, footstool  -
                Queen of ashtrays and firebellows
                lace doilies, flycovers, traycloths
                sugarbowls, jampots, fishknives
                cruet-stand, mustard bowl, coffee spoons
                bolster cases, hotwaterbottle covers
                glasscloths, toffeehammers, nutcrackers
                Guardian of prayerbooks and hymnbooks
                filler of holywater stoups, getter of candles
                - and dusting, dusting, dusting.
                scrubber of draining-boards, scourer of pans and baths
                polisher of brass taps, carrier of trays
                blacker of grates, bleacher of whites
                starcher of collars, ironer of shirts
                finder of buttons, sewer of hems
                knitter of jumpers, darner of socks
                maker of rugs, poster of letters
                scrubber of step, answerer of door.
                Empress of crumbs, mould, damp
                coal-dust, slack, dustbins.
                Enemy of mites, cockraches, grubs
                moths, woodlice, weevils, spiders, mice.
                Queen of the home, but past the front door
                the question was never asked nor answered.
                now there is glass between me and these antiques
                unnamed, unclaimed, their owner gone,
                all stacked in junkshop windows.
                I cannot reach and take, nor touch ;
                the pricetag  (facedown)  prevents.
 
 
         

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