When I die I have no idea what they will say
Or what they will remember me for but if truth be told
It should go something like this-
She peeled and sliced one million onions and set them to cook in an iron skillet
She chopped one hundred thousand peppers and did the same.
She peeled ten million cloves of garlic and insinuated them into food and
Add them to the potatoes.
Also, she held up two hundred thousand towels to her chest, folded them over
In one deft motion, then
Thirded them and set them down, folded and ready for use.
She hung clothes on the line as an art form
She kept track of hangers and of the levels of dishwashing detergent, also toilet paper.
She fed the dogs, cats and chickens before she'd drunk her first cup of coffee every morning,
She read the opinion pages with the greatest interest.
She kept the sheets clean.
She changed and washed approximately ten million diapers and she hung half of those on a line.
She swept and she scoured and she cleaned the toilets.
She forgot to wear perfume and she loved jewelry.
Mostly, though, those onions and towels. Mostly though,
She got up every day and she almost never, never
Let the towels go unfolded, the onions go unsliced and she never
Let the dogs or cats or chickens go unfed.
Also. She read a lot of books.
That's a long obituary, but it would be pretty accurate.