Buckets of Honor

by Cherrie Woods

Indoor plumbing, water at home—
A necessity for most, a luxury for some.

I remember the pride, the joy,
Picking up a bucket, walking to the tap,
Filling our pans when they ran dry.

The buckets were heavy, but the walk was short,
And friends were always there.

Some see the pictures and feel pity,
But we lacked only first-world ease—
Never poverty of mind.