My Mother Never Wore a Watch

Time for her was that day:
Bake beans, wash clothes,
put all dreams for the future away

down at the bottom of the laundry
basket, where starched and
sprinkled shirts rolled tight

awaited the press of a hot iron
to set things smooth and right.

 

 

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