An Ode to Martha Stewart
Every month, without fail, I buy your magazine,
I read it through from front to back, to see what I might glean.
I'm awed at your endeavors and your accomplishments are many.
You show readers how to keep a home and save a pretty penny.
You sew and craft, dice and bake, then deftly plant a row.
You show the way to knit and felt, and how to mix up scrumptious dough.
Yes, Martha you amaze me, your work ethic is supreme.
And creating order out of chaos is every woman's dream.
You make affixing glitter look like more than just plain fun.
You roast and toast, and yes, compost, until the job is done.
I'm sure you have your critics, though I hope that they are few.
We may buy your sheets in Macys, your pots and dishes too.
You've shown this world the domestic life and all it's meant to be.
Most of all you've given hope to plain old gals like me.
Copyright © Donna Condron | Year Posted 2020
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