White Linen Heaven Comments

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--

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