1352 – When Doing Laundry

What I Want to Do
Moment of truth: if I had it my way, I’d burn the dirty clothes.

Doing Laundry

Momma made me do my laundry.
It’s my boring, cheerless work.
I’ve been told to wash and fold it
and it’s driving me berserk.

Don’t know how to start the washer.
Don’t know when the clothes are done.
Only know that doing laundry
doesn’t seem to be much fun.

Don’t know how to separate them.
Don’t know where detergent goes.
Didn’t realize the details
that go into washing clothes.

Momma knew what she was doing
when she reassigned this chore.
I regret not saying “Thank you”
for the loads she’d done before.

Wish these piles of wash would vanish
but it seems they’re here to stay.
Better learn to love this labor
or go naked every day.

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Author: Samuel Kent

I'm a dad who wants to share his labor of love with the world. I also happen to be an award-winning artist and poet. Follow the lunchbox doodles and poems on twitter: @LunchboxDoodler!

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