One Housewife’s View of Women’s Lib

By Evalyn M. Sandberg

We need vision, not deliverance, for we’re already free.

We need lullabies, not battle cries, to be what we should be.

How foolish sounds the little hen who thinks that she must crow.

Are alien roles a fair exchange with those we so well know?

To cleanse, to organize, to restore, to soothe, to keep from falling

Is privilege unspeakable—a high and noble calling.

But to leave all this behind us and legally be freed

Of love’s most sacred duties would be slavery indeed.