Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Janet Loxley Lewis

Novelist, poet, wife and mother.
Girl Help

Mild and slow and young,
She moves about the room,
And stirs the summer dust
With her wide broom.
In the warm, lofted air,
Soft lips together pressed,
Soft wispy hair,
She stops to rest,
And stops to breathe,
Amid the summer hum,
The great white lilac bloom
Scented with days to come. 
by Janet Loxley Lewis
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1 comment:

SF said...

Love the poem! And, what she wrote about her children and husband....