Did my mother know, <br />When she taught me <br />How to sew, <br />That one day I would meet <br />A poor man <br />Who would <br />Ask me sweet to <br />Fabricate <br />For him, shirts as <br />White as snow. <br /> <br />Did my mother think, <br />When she taught me <br />How to sow <br />That the only flowers <br />I would see <br />Would be <br />Yellow Marigolds <br />Elbow deep <br />In a foam-filled <br />Kitchen sink. <br /> <br /> <br />April 2003 - revised September 2006<br /><br />Josephine Dunn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/did-my-mother-know/
