Housekeeping- Natasha Trethewey

Natasha Trethewey is magic! I’m really convinced of that. The former two time Poet Laureate of this country is an alchemist. This poem takes the mundane and everyday items of life and combines them into a poem that shows how valuable “things” are to us. 

Enjoy and Have a happy Sunday! 



We mourn the broken things, chair legs
wrenched from their seats, chipped plates,
the threadbare clothes. We work the magic
of glue, drive the nails, mend the holes.
We save what we can, melt small pieces
of soap, gather fallen pecans, keep neck bones
for soup. Beating rugs against the house,
we watch dust, lit like stars, spreading
across the yard. Late afternoon, we draw
the blinds to cool the rooms, drive the bugs
out. My mother irons, singing, lost in reverie.
I mark the pages of a mail-order catalog,
listen for passing cars. All day we watch
for the mail, some news from a distant place. 

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