I'm carving lilies on the Cross. I clean our house and cook our meals, And plant Swiss-chard and Irish moss; I bathe the baby, mend our clothes. I darn enormous gaps in heels, And tend to little Bobby's nose. I'm carving lilies on the Cross. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ABOVE AND WITHIN by DAVID IGNATOW SPRING WIND IN LONDON by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |