My mother came today for her weekly cooking lessons with my daughter. When she walked in, she was met by my piles of laundry which had been the focus for most of my day. She couldn't help but laugh and told me I had to take a picture. So I did. Actually I took two, hoping it would show the enormity of my task for the day....
I managed to sit down and try more re-writing/revising/editing/hair-ripping. It didn't go so well. My heart, mind, and imagination just weren't in it today. I guess the laundry folded it out of me. I thought about writing a poem about laundry, but then I remembered my lack of creativity today so I just googled one instead.
Ode to Laundry
Oh you pile of filth
I see you mocking me
Taunting me as you grow
Didn’t I just wash you?
Your collection of grime and slime
It’s repulsive to my nose
You boast of freshness
Only to waft odorous tendrils after a day of wear
I must brave the stench
Touching each aromatic article
Unfolding arms and legs
Removing loose prizes I claim for my own
I stuff you in the washer
Pour that perfumed liquid over your rumpled mess
Praying that the ketchup will be coaxed out
Along with the sticky goo-
Oh dear, is that a melted gummy bear?
Oh, you chore that haunts me
Beckons to me
Shouts your displeasure of being ignored
You long to be worn again
Ready for a new day,
A new adventure, a new stain
I will conquer this beast
Perform this menial duty
Wash and dry you
Obligingly fold you
Put you in your various places and
Pretend this chore is over
I'll keep my fingers crossed for a more productive day tomorrow...