How are you?

How are you?

All of them know if I have not been fed,
Or I did not go early enough to bed.
Everyone hears if my tea has gone cold,
Or that thing which my customer wants has been sold.
Still I bundle it up, and take it to You,
Though I know You have always got lots to do.

The sky’s still unpainted, the daisies still closed,
The dawn’s on the boil, blackbird’s song half-composed,
Yet with rapt attention You lovingly stand,
With a broadening Smile, and a brush in one Hand.
As if it were Your only important Task,
“How are you?,” You earnestly, eagerly ask.

– Sumangali Morhall.


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