She Keeps the Light On
In Port Huron a banker’s family lived in the prettiest house in town
Painted lady, proud of her colors, she peered at other houses around.
None had her pizzazz, her beauty, her sleek lines or her style.
Many came to peer at her, from many a country mile.
She was puffed up, pleased, and pompous, this painted lady true.
She was confident and joyous, and she took care of the family too.
Her kitchen was the most modern, there was an ice box large.
She took her responsibilities gladly, she had one pretty young charge.
His name was William and he was scared of his closet, crying in the night.
So she shorted the electricity, so he could always have a light.
You see this lady’s wood came from the oak trees of the forest of Mt. Air.
Her ancestors had always taken care of squirrels with particular care.
Many other kinds of families have lived in Painted Lady to date.
She has her favorites sure, but she takes care of each with care that’s great.
She takes a special interest in the children of each family.
And makes sure the light is on, even if it’s just the TV.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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