hestia

goddess of homefire

is elegantly and modestly

robed

no specks assail her

 

i approach the stove

with  my bucket of wood

just chopped

my mucky gloves

and my plastic apron

that says

martini

 

my son watches

 

a grown man

who cannot speak

and will never light a fire

 

he smiles a smile

brighter than a flame

warmer than a hearth

 

today i am a goddess