Patricia Genetos


Folding Towels, A Poem For My Mom - Poem by Patricia Genetos

The simple act of folding towels

You even pressed the iron on them

You hummed

It may not seem like much, but I noticed

I didn't know that I noticed, but

The quiet, safe place you created for me

Made me who I am

Just a kitchen table

Even though I never learned to cook,

I learned the sweetness of just hanging out

With the quiet presence of a mother's love


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 8, 2011

Poem Edited: Sunday, May 8, 2011


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