White Linen Heaven Poem by JoAnn McGrath
White Linen Heaven
A warm sunny day of youth
Memories of white linen sheets
Hanging on the line to dry
The air filled with fragrance oh so sweet
The edge of each sheet decorated
with grandma and mothers loving hands
Crafted embroidery of brilliant flowers
Even a few monograms
After they dried in the summer sun
Mother takes them in to iron there
A sprinkle of water and starch
Then pressed with loving care
My job was to help make the beds
Mother snaps the sheets out
I help make the corners match
Tuck the corners in so they won't fall out
When all is done a long wait for evening
I couldn't wait to crawl in
Between those crisp cool sheets
Of white linen heaven
JoAnn, what a wonderful poem without a heartache or tear in sight. Just a gentle reminisce of things gone passed. A very gentle and caring touch. Top marks and thanks for sharing it my friend. David
Wonderful poem. There is no scented fabric-softening sheet that can duplicate the clean fresh smell of bed sheets dried outside on the line. I've never seen sheets with embroidery before...such a nice caring touch. Excellent,10!
JoJo, I love this poem and I love the smell of freshly laundered bedding! ! Really enjoyed reading this. HG: -) xx
Oh how I remember this... nothing like the smell of sheets hung out and no wrinkles. Splendid piece! Thanks for the memories
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Umm how I remember those crisp white sheets my granma placed on my bed. My little head covered on a soft pillow and I was ready for dreamland. What a lovely nostalgic picture you paint her JoJo. Fabulous poem indeed, love it. --Melvina--