Poem #4 – Wash Day

 

 

 

 

Well, no free day for me as usual

 

 

 

Seriously wondering when it will ever end

 

 

 

As soon as the basket is empty;

 

 

 

I soon find it full again

 

 

 

Even on a Sunday

 

 

 

Agitation is my daily routine

 

 

 

I can’t just let it sit there

 

 

 

Oh well, back to the machine

 

 

 

Yay only whites today

 

 

 

Oh darn, where is the bleach

 

 

 

I guess I can take a break today

 

 

 

Thanks to my better half  it is on the top shelf – where  I can’t reach

 

 

 

Dinner is on the grill as I watch the kids play

 

 

 

Mud pies bake under the sun

 

 

 

The old saying must really be true

 

 

 

A woman’s work is never done

 

rain, dirt road, mud pies

rain, dirt road, mud pies (Photo credit: paloetic)

 

 

 

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