LIFE CYCLES
A basket of soiled memories goes with me to the laundry,
Wilted clothing sorted: whites, colours; darks and lights.
Cold water for the woolen ones
Hot water for the sheets and towels
Warm with cold rinse for the clothing that we wear.
Faded blue jeans tell their stories
Faded socks their thread bared glories.
Life cycles, life cycles.
Every hole and patch of mending
Tell their stories, never-ending.
Life cycles, watching life go ‘round.
Faded t-shirt from a running race, so old, I can’t read what it says
Sock, their newness, I still smell; stories they’ll learn to tell.
There’s holes in my underwear. I know I should buy a few more pair
But they bring me luck each time I put them on.
Faded blue jeans tell their stories
Faded socks their thread bared glories.
Life cycles, life cycles.
Every hole and patch of mending
Tell their stories, never-ending.
Life cycles, watching life go ‘round.
Into the dryer, damp and heavy. Tumbled ‘til they’re soft and fluffy,
Dry and crackling from the heat, warm Towels against my cheeks.
Folding each with special care. Clothing clean and ready to wear
A basket of memories to put away.
Faded blue jeans tell their stories
Faded socks their thread bared glories.
Life cycles, life cycles.
Every hole and patch of mending
Tell their stories, never-ending.
Life cycles, watching life go ‘round.
© Linda Bandelier 1985
Copyright :FVAN-DKCL-RVB0-HASL
A basket of soiled memories goes with me to the laundry,
Wilted clothing sorted: whites, colours; darks and lights.
Cold water for the woolen ones
Hot water for the sheets and towels
Warm with cold rinse for the clothing that we wear.
Faded blue jeans tell their stories
Faded socks their thread bared glories.
Life cycles, life cycles.
Every hole and patch of mending
Tell their stories, never-ending.
Life cycles, watching life go ‘round.
Faded t-shirt from a running race, so old, I can’t read what it says
Sock, their newness, I still smell; stories they’ll learn to tell.
There’s holes in my underwear. I know I should buy a few more pair
But they bring me luck each time I put them on.
Faded blue jeans tell their stories
Faded socks their thread bared glories.
Life cycles, life cycles.
Every hole and patch of mending
Tell their stories, never-ending.
Life cycles, watching life go ‘round.
Into the dryer, damp and heavy. Tumbled ‘til they’re soft and fluffy,
Dry and crackling from the heat, warm Towels against my cheeks.
Folding each with special care. Clothing clean and ready to wear
A basket of memories to put away.
Faded blue jeans tell their stories
Faded socks their thread bared glories.
Life cycles, life cycles.
Every hole and patch of mending
Tell their stories, never-ending.
Life cycles, watching life go ‘round.
© Linda Bandelier 1985
Copyright :FVAN-DKCL-RVB0-HASL
Inspired in Boston by weekly journeys to the launderette.
