Aunt Ethel’s


By Jo Scotford Rice

It seemed we were all children of that house

and it was a place to go home.

It held the sacred attic

full of our ancestral past.

The beds were birthplaces,

womb-homes to crawl back into,

where tears and love remembered

the dreams of many sleeps.

The kitchen opened to the world

the healing lights of love.

No one takes her place

when she is gone,

but I can sing when I remember

white sheets in the wind

against the blue sky

on the wash days of many springs.

 Jo Scotford Rice moved to Martha’s Vineyard with her family during the winter of 1965. A loyal contributor to Poets Corner, she died in December of 2013.