Forever with us
Graced with green banana* stains
Evidence of our blood wood* pains
Pilling ever higher
Out to make me a liar
Yes, I’ll do the laundry
Every wear means a wash
Here, no one’s posh
We sweat and sweat
A big stinky mound
No machine to be found
And a dryer? Pshhh…
Hands we must use
The water we must haul
Careful down the well not fall
Or to the creek we must hike
Flowing water we do like
Wash on the rocks
After a good rub
On the stains a good scrub
Wring and rinse
Out to the line
Hang in the shine
Crisp and dry
A little larger they might be
For they stretch you see
No dryer to shrink
Before you finish
It has started again
Landry will never end!
*Items which leave stains
Discovered the mighty power of the banana when the kids were babies and we stained all their little onesies with mashed bananas. So glad I didn't have to scrub them on a rock.
ReplyDeleteExcellent poetry. I definitely get the picture.