Alas! Poor, poor clothesline
No longer do you look sublime
Worn and withered past your prime
No longer used respectfully
Your job now done automatically
Withdrawn slightly from the cold
Forgotten pins are all you hold
Alas! Poor, poor clothesline
One of the most heart-rending pieces I’ve seen on here.
Love this sweet, memory-invoking poem, Tim! My mom (long deceased) used the clothesline exclusively for our family of 5 kids; in my mind's eye I remember all the details of hanging laundry as part of our chores-- the fresh damp smell of the clothes; the cloth bag containing the wooden clothes pins; the space-saving style of pinning each garment with part of the next garment; arms reaching up and down as we methodically moved along the line; oh run outside and gather the laundry because rain is coming! One of my sisters still uses a clothesline, although, unlike our mom, she has a dryer option installed.
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Telboy
Thu 28th Dec 2023 17:41
Sounds like it will soon peg out!