Martha

Martha

When Martha heard the Master
Was coming she started right away
Cleaning sweeping the floor wait what
Was she doing she thought she had to
Put water on to boil and then she was 
At the windows with rags and next 
The spiders that had lived comfortably 
In the corners came down and all
The while her sister Mary was just
Standing there in the doorway
In a shawl ignoring her cries
That she help her typical of Mary
Who was bookish and spacey 
She was pouring all the barley 
They had left and a little salt 
Into the water when she sensed
The light change and without turning
Knowing she was being importunate 
She said over her shoulder Master
Will you tell my sister to help me
But he told her not to trouble herself 
So much and should be more 
Like her sister who always got away 
With everything Martha thought
Because she was so beautiful