Laundry
When Kylie
comes to visit,
I like to wash
her clothes
and hang them
on the line.
Her little Levis
next to Grampy’s:
long and short
blue legs
kicking the breeze.
Her ruffled white shirt
near my plain
black one:
piano keys
tapping out
a timeless
tune.
Two clothespins
hold Dora the Explorer
underwear.
Her panties
have ears!
Her tiny pink socks
in between
our longer ones:
wagging tongues
carrying on
a conversation
in the Downy-scented air.
The clothesline
sags in the middle,
grinning.
6 comments:
You make the chore sound such fun.
I love the idea of the story that the child's clothes tell - Dora the Explorer, the socks like tongues. Lovely.
sOO cute and sweet. Like this one
Oh, Wow! What exquisite imagery! I love this!
Nice way of converting a simple chore to a an amazing package of poetic verses..:)
Loved it! Enjoyed it too..:)
Especially, the socks, the panties and the white and black combination..Beautiful!!!
I love how celebratory your poem is and the ending's a touch of genius.
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