Photo by Marni Elyse Katz/StyleCarrot
Bamboo & vase from Ikea; large photo by Winky Lewis; plywood tray from Moss;
flowers from Winston Flowers compliments of my mother-in-law.
Happy Mother’s Day
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The Song Of The Old Mother
I RISE in the dawn, and I kneel and blow
Till the seed of the fire flicker and glow;
And then I must scrub and bake and sweep
Till stars are beginning to blink and peep;
And the young lie long and dream in their bed
Of the matching of ribbons for bosom and head,
And their ~y goes over in idleness,
And they sigh if the wind but lift a tress:
While I must work because I am old,
And the seed of the fire gets feeble and cold.
—William Butler Yeats
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