At Dawn Came Love (Part VI)

To keep house with servants and never see money 
is her manufactured dream. Deference to her betters,
elders and males, will also be her lot. Smoke stacks
polluting blue skylines scream for equality with
tatting, knitting needles, and embroidery hoops that are
most familiar to her fingers. She will be encharged
with keeping the dust off his furniture. Her days
are fulfilled with watching the arrangement of flowers
she is allowed to select and cut and place in a
forearm hooked woven basket from the massive
and manicured gardens with low boughed and leaf
heavy trees that shields her enterprise from view.