Beans on Toast - A poem by Catriona Foster

Martha Martha you're in a stew

When really beans on toast would do!

I'm sure I don't need cordon bleu

That idea came from only you

Why are you always in a hurry?

What causes you to fret and worry?

I see you're in a great big fix

With which chore's now and which is next.

 Come now, sit at my feet

For all your work will surely keep

You've opened your home - a really good start

Now still your mind and open your heart

I will feed you the richest of fare

If you stop, be still, lay down your care.

Learn to listen, hear my voice

This is the way, the most excellent choice.

 And right now Martha, what I'd love the most

Is that we sit together and have beans on toast!