My thoughts this morning echo the words of a poem by Lula Greene Richards (1849-1944). Lula was the editor of the Woman’s Exponent, a staunch defender of women’s right to vote, to obtain an equal education, and to choose their own occupations. This poem comes from Branches That Run Over the Wall.
Did I stay too long in the school room
After the lessons were through,
Leaving my mother and sisters
With all the work to do?
And has it vexed you, mother,
My mother, so patient and true?
Forgive me, my mothers and sisters,
Smile kindly and gently speak:
I’ll try to do better tomorrow
And all the rest of the week,
If my wayward mind and feelings
Do not play me another freak.
The children were hard to manage
Heedless and dull today;
It seemed they could think of nothing
Except their love for play,
Out doors the birds and flowers
And sunshine were all so gay.
And after the lessons were ended
They sought of youth’s charms the chief,
While to rest in the quiet school room
Was to me a blessed relief
And the time slipped by unnoticed,
The moments appeared so brief
And I have been writing something
Which will likely enough be read
By our children’s children
After we are all dead;
And must I think I should have been
Washing dishes instead?