MONDAY WASH DAY

Submitted By: hayseed

MONDAY THE WASHING GOT DONE
ONCE A WEEK IT WAS ALWAYS LAUNDRY DAY,
GATHER UP ALL YOUR DIRTY CLOTHES
PUT THEM IN A PILE I'D HEAR MY MAMA SAY.

IN THE SUMMER MONTHS
THE SUN WAS NICE AND BRIGHT,
THE WIND BLEW WARM
MADE THE SHEETS SOFT AND LIGHT.

IN THE WINTER MONTHS
THE AIR WASN'T SO NICE,
HANGING UP ROWS OF WET CLOTHES
YOUR HANDS FELT THE ICE.

WHEN THE WINTER SNOWS CAME
AND THE WEATHER WAS BAD,
WET LAUNDRY WAS DRAPED
OVER EVERY CHAIR WE HAD.

MAMA ALWAYS HAD HER CLOTHESLINES FULL
SHIRTS, DRESSES AND TOWELS ALL IN A ROW,
SHE MATCHED HER COLORS - WHITE, GREEN, BLUE
EVERYTHING HAD TO BE JUST SO SO.

SHE WASHED ONCE EVERY WEEK
ALWAYS ON THE SAME DAY,
STANDING THERE WITH WOODEN CLOTHESPINS
HANGING EVERYTHING A CERTAIN WAY.

MAMA SCRUBBED HALF A DAY ON A BOARD
BACK IN THE EARLY YEARS,
HER KNUCKLES GOT RAW AND RED
BUT I NEVER SAY HER SHED ANY TEARS.

THE WATER HAD TO BE HEATED BOILING HOT
THEN POURED INTO A LARGE GALVANIZED TUB,
EACH SOILED GARMENT WE HAD WORN
SHE PLACED ON THIS BOARD AND GAVE IT A HARD RUB.

THERE WEREN'T ANY DRYERS
OR WASHERS BACK THEN TO BE HAD,
TO SEE HER REDDEN, ROUGH HANDS
FOR MAMA I OFTEN FELT SAD.

ELECTRICITY FINALLY CAME TO THE COUNTRY
BEFORE MAMA GOT VERY OLD,
THE CLOTHESPINS WERE STORED AWAY
NO LONGER SHE HAD TO STAND OUT IN THE COLD.

THE CLOTHESLINE LOOKED VERY BARE
WHEN EACH WEEK MONDAY CAME AROUND,
BUT OH, THE WATER SWIRLING IN THE WASHER
MADE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SOUND !

Author: ADINE CATHEY
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