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.
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.
Sad, evocative, thank you.
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Cyndi,
You know I so value your e-val. Thank you. J.
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Beautiful poems, Mom. Just beautiful.
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Thank you, Hannah. So pleased you like them.
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