Ironing on a Wet Tuesday

It’s a wet Tuesday,

Rain spits at the closed window

And I’m listening to the radio,

Following in grandmother’s footsteps.

The iron steams.

Clothes, rescued from the line

Are scented with raindrops,

Creased and pleading

To be smooth.

I press fabric between iron and board,

Breathe in a warm memory

And slip down the years

To the lily of the valley embrace

Of the woman

Who taught me

How to iron away

A rainy day.


© Kim M. Russell, 2016

Ironing on a Wet Tuesday

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