Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard,
To fetch her poor dog a bone.
But when she got there,
The cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none.
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Cupboards are hinting at getting bare. Folks are nervous, especially with the media loop-tape of “Be afraid… be very afraid,” that plays endlessly.
The back wall of our pantry has been painted for just such times as these: images and poetry. When the bread is low, we still have the roses; and especially in those times, we need the flower and song.
3 comments:
Ah, El Poquito, you nourish my soul. Who needs bread?
That is an F-ing great idea. My pantry need painting really badly. However thanks to "food bank" it's still pretty full. It's weird being a food bank regular now.
Paint away! Paint away!
"Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes;
Hearts starve as well as bodies; give us bread, but give us roses!"
-lyrics from song Bread and Roses - 1910
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