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    dots Submission Name: Washdaydots

    Author: mae
    Elite Ratio:    5.96 - 597/644/262
    Words: 148
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
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       Part of a series I call Branches on the Family Tree

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    Mama used to go down to the laundrymat to do our washin'.
    I remember being scared of those old wringer washers.
    She'd caution me not to put my fingers in the wringers.
    I always imagined me comin' out all flat.

    She'd put me and my baby brother in a washtub
    while she scrubbed our clothes.
    Then we'd go home and she'd hang the wet clothes
    out on the line in the back yard.

    When they were dry, I'd help Mama take them down.
    They were stiff as could be.
    I remember holding a towel out like a board.
    Our shirts and underwear were all scratchy, too.

    In the summertime, that laundrymat was hot as blazes.
    I remember Mama's dress stickin' to her back
    and her red hair all curly around her face
    from the perspiration.

    Mama worked really hard keeping us clean.

    Submitted on 2008-12-31 00:42:31     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      Yeah, I liked this. There's been some really original stuff on here today!

    This is the second poem I've read by you, I think you are very talented.

    I loved your use of imagery and particulary liked the last verse.

    Was this a real event you remember from your childhood, or a work of fiction? Either way it was excellent.

    | Posted on 2008-12-31 00:00:00 | by alexboy | [ Reply to This ]

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