Go and sort it out!
Fold it and press!
Lay it neatly in a drawer
Hang some clothes on hangers
Like fathers' pants and shirts
He must look his best!
Make sure you shake them out first!
Some you maybe will hold under your chin!
Then slide your hand down firmly
Making each of their creases, very thin!
Place a pillow of dried flowers
In each drawer to give them sweet scent.
Glancing back at all of your efforts
The ones you just graciously spent.
A mother's job seems never complete
When doing their loved ones laundry
When washing and folding it so neat!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem