Grandmother's Laundry

 

In a yard that has held

Some of my best memories

Resides one of those

Amazing

Rickety clothes lines

That is barely standing

And never stood quite straight

 

Fields of disarray grasses

Help hold it steady

And floating in the

Background

Is a dirty wood barn

With a haze of trees

Surrounding it all

 

I watched my grandmother's

Smooth hands hang

Sheets and towels

Socks and shirts

Years of washing

And hanging

Years of life lived

Hung one by one

By worn clothespins

Kept safe and within reach

In a cotton satchel

Sewn by the same hands

 

Hands that nurtured and loved

Made biscuits

Cooked bacon

Gave hugs and wiped tears

 

Hands that knew what true

Laundry was

Hands that went to the

Clothespin bag

Instinctively

Pinning and hanging

Swatting the gnats away

Telling the bothersome

Creatures

To leave her be

She had to finish the hanging

There was other work to be done

Reviews

[Monday Parker]

So vivid�What a picture you painted.