White lace

Where I sit the arm on our couch is worn

It is then I understand why

My mother and her mother and her mother…

Sat for hours in a corner chair

Crocheting frilly, white, lace doilies to protect

The fabric of furniture from wear

And I wonder about other tedious daily chores

She performed to protect her family and home

That I was too self-absorbed to notice

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