Take a peek inside a cupboard door –
I don’t mind if you explore,
All manner of things you will see
Each one has particular meaning to me

A plethora of tape to hold them still
Call them my ‘Treasures,’ if you will
These things I tuck away
They have a way of brightening the day

There’s the recipe for Cream of Wheat
A ‘Kitchen Guide’ that’s really quite neat
And let me not forget the recipe for basic oatmeal –
It is hearty and warming meal

Photos of a younger man grinning on his tractor,
His smiling blue eyes were definitely a factor
Him dancing with his dear great Aunt Margaret
Saying ‘I do’ to him, I have no regret

There are photos that make me smile
A pint-sized Henry-gosh, that’s been a while
Rudy, that goofy cow that threw feed
My Mom with a gleeful Ira, a happy thought indeed

A poem about children being loud,
A colored picture from one so proud
There are layers – I must peek underneath
And there find a guide to all the cuts of beef

‘Capsule Sermons’ and little quotes
A collection of handwritten notes
From neighbors, friends and my hubby dear
I keep them all, never fear

The sheet listing all the school supplies
Tick repellant ideas – should the need arise
Our wedding invite poem,
My Mom’s obituary, wrote to send her home

A slight hoarder perhaps, by tucking things away
I rarely weed them out, I prefer they stay-
Right where I know where to find them-taped tight
Inside my cupboard doors – out of plain sight
    Jacqui and her family milk 800 cows and run 1,200 acres of crops in the northeastern corner of Vernon County, Wis. Her children, Ira (12), Dane (10), Henry (5) and Cora (3), help her on the farm while her husband, Keith, works on a grain farm. If she’s not in the barn, she’s probably in the kitchen, trailing after little ones, or sharing her passion of reading with someone. Her life is best described as organized chaos – and if it wasn’t, she’d be bored.