Clunking, clanging, banging
of the washing machine
that seems eternally in motion.
Matching a mountain
of orphaned socks
and wondering to where it is they disappear.
Folding and piling high
the endless loads of laundry
inhaling the sweetness and freshness of clean.
Sipping a second cup
of steeping hot coffee
letting the morning leisurely unwind.
Yup! It's Saturday morning. Let the games begin ...
Hope yours is a good one!
it was! hope yours was too.
ReplyDeletethe poem was awesome, i can see why you'd want to post it.
My Saturday was spent in Chinatown in Liverpool and eating in the Italian Club, so think I've got the words below covered!
ReplyDeleteAnd you Go Girl you have a reason to be proud of being Canadian it's cause you're you!
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