Perfumes Of A Summer's Day Poem by Shirley Harrison

As I wash my dirty laundry

I can see the muggy water

released from my socks

I often imagine the possibility

of washing away

every last bad memory

and all the black emotions I keep

inside?

Just imagine for a moment

being left with

the very best of memories

the ones that make us smile

instead of cry?

bright and colorful

with the

perfumes of a summer's day?



now, wouldn't that put a new spin

on doing the laundry?