The Keeping Space
“Oh dear,” she exclaimed
surveying the room.
Her guest stumbled in,
“Should I loan you my broom?”
The Keeper just smiled,
“No, I do have my own.”
Her needs were so few,
after so long alone.
She pulled down some cups,
“Would you care for some tea?”
Her bins overflowed!
“Kind of you to visit me.”
The room dimly lit
showing all that she owned
was thick with dust and
her guest soon bemoaned,
“How can you live in
such disarray while,
smiling, you ask
if I want tea today?
Slowly she turned
to face her accuser.
“I may not be much
of a dust cloth user,”
She smiled sweetly
“When it comes to it
you didn’t submit
a direction
for inspection
of my worth.”
She sighed..
I may not live in
sparkling clean bliss,
my work has thus been
far greater than this.
Beyond that door
you just breezed through
is where I toil
and what I must do
I am the Keeper
of the garden you see
Nature depends on
the ‘dull’ folks like me
to plant, prune and plow,
fetch water from the stream~
encouraging tendrils
and kisses from sunbeams!
It occurs to me now,”
she said as she bristled,
“I’m neglecting my work.”
The tea kettle whistled.
“I’m afraid there’s no time,
thank you for coming,”
She opened the door,
her fingers drumming.
Flustered and fuming
her guest swept away.
She grabbed up her broom
and cried, “Happy day!”
Then brushing the dirt
off of the stones
she smiled to herself
“Silly old bones.”
“For all of her wealth
she can’t see the worth
of song on the wind
and gems from the earth.”
The Keeper then knelt
‘neath an old sprawling tree.
“Thank you dear Mother
for this gift you gave me.
As long as I live
I’ll toil with my heart,
tending our garden
until life I part.
Cheryl K Pennington
Copyright words 2023
Image by Susan Rushton
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That's a wonderful poem!
ReplyDeleteThanks Deborah! π
DeleteThis is wonderful, Cheryl. I've been looking at that door and thinking about it. You captured it so well. Thanks for joining the challenge.
ReplyDeleteThanks Dan. I’m so glad I made it!
ReplyDeleteSigh. That was so touching. And what a great reminder.
ReplyDeleteThanks Pam. π
DeleteWonderful poem. One look at this image and I imagined who might be tending the beautiful garden. You captured her beautifully.
ReplyDeleteThank you. And thanks for visiting me. π
DeleteSome day I want my house to be that dusty. Beautiful story Cheryl.
ReplyDeleteThanks John. You are a constant conscientious gardener. π
DeleteSweet. You did this door justice.
ReplyDeleteThank you. πIt’s a great little cottage garden.
DeleteMuch like the Biblical story of Mary and Martha, your story tells a cautionary tale and reminds us to prioritize the important over the trivial. Well done!
ReplyDeleteThank you. We need to prioritize our stewardship of this Earth. π
DeleteCheryl, this is absolutely gorgeous! It is a beautiful poem and a beautiful story that tells me to worry less about the indoor dust and things and enjoy the beauty of nature more.
ReplyDeleteIt’s one of the best ways I know to find peace and honor ature. Thanks Mary.
DeleteThat was really lovely Cheryl -- and a great fit for the photo. Hugs.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Teagan!
DeleteWhat a wonderful story after my own heart. I'd much rather work outside with "...the of song on the wind and gems from the earth” than tidying the house. My daughter is the same way. I'm working on a poem for her inspired by this photo.
ReplyDeleteI’m sure it will be lovely. Thanks for stopping by. It’s always good to meet a kindred spirit! ❤️
Deletewhat a beautiful door and "story"....
ReplyDeleteThank you, I loved the image and would gladly tend this haphazard garden.
DeleteWhat a wonderful story with beautiful prose. I enjoyed it very much!
ReplyDeleteThank you Brenda. So glad you enjoyed it. I knew a Brenda Cox in high school but that was a maiden name.
DeleteOh that's funny. I don't hear of many people named Cox. :)
DeleteI knew quite a few in Louisiana and my grandmother married a man named Cox. He was from Australia.
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