Poemorama at Paper Poetry
“L” is for Laundry
An acrostic poem
Large piles of laundry on the floor
is it really so bad a chore?
some discipline lessens its sense of bore.
Always doin’ my best to clean, fold, and neatly press
wrinkles really do look a mess
time softens expectations I must confess.
Usually, shirts need mending with buttons to sew
I practice mindfulness; to let it flow
it can be a blessing to take it slow.
No pair of socks ever stays a match
the kids don’t bother, just grab-n-snatch
all colors make life fun; one mixed-up batch.
Drying, best done outside, captures a fresh smell
sunshine with a bit of breeze will do just swell
spots and stains gradually dispel.
Relaxation makes the process pleasant
never a task requiring consent
a time to think and chat, graciously heaven sent.
Yes, at the end of a day
laundry is essential and here to stay
gather up those piles and enjoy the play!
