"You can have it August and abundantly so."
The media's abuzz once again with the whole American Women [by which they mean a certain standard image of heterosexually married often-mothers usually-employed-outside-the-home, but I digress] Can't Have It All topic (it's like lapping muddy water, sometimes lower, sometimes higher) and then this morning I read this poem and had to put it here as an antidote. ( 'But you can have...' )