There's a little story, I must relate to you

About my son and this old iron wash-pot

This wash-pot was my grandmother's

A story about that old pot, I haven't forgot.

There is a crack in this old wash-pot

What happened to it, I wanted to know

So, one day I quizzed my mother

Cause curiosity in me began to grow.

This is the truth, my mother told to me

Grandmother was washing clothes one day

A fire was under this old wash-pot

To boil white clothes: make soil go away.

For some good reason, grandmother got mad

So mad, she kicked at this old wash-pot

The old wash-pot tumbled over and spilled

Snap!  A crack appeared!  The pot was so hot.

I have inherited this old cracket pot

On the front porch, it sits in its frame

My son, J.R. planted flowers in it

What kind of flowers?  I know not the name!

As you can see, this old wash-pot

Is over one hundred years old

It is a treasured wash-pot to me

I'm sure it has lots of stories yet untold.

Bessie MelVina Carathers

July 14, 2000