Rooms ( a poem by Ethel Romig Fuller)

Paris Sacre Coeur


In church this morning

I had a view

Of nothing but heads

From my rear view.

I played with the fancy

Each was a room—-

Some of them needing

Dustcloth and  broom.

Many were fine

Company places;

A few had signs,

“To Let” on their faces.

And one old woman’s

Snow-white head

Recalled clean kitchens

And home-made bread.

Ethel Romig Fuller, Kitchen Sonnets, 1958

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