The Friendship Of Laundry - Poem by Shiloh Thompson
Something here reminds me of home,
The smell, the feel, the warmth,
Spinning machines, laundry detergent,
Dryer sheets and buzzers.
The only difference is, I enjoy it.
A bunch of kids for the first time,
Figuring out how the machine works.
Doing their own chores.
Lend a helping hand,
A warm smile and some detergent,
Remind them of home,
Teach them the ropes of laundry.
One cap, not two.
Two sheets, not four.
Press this once, this twice.
Don’t wash whites with darks.
Home is where the heart is,
The heart is where the laundry is.
Thank God for college life,
And laundry that brings us together!
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