Monday Was Wash Day

Oh my, it's Monday morning again
And a day to get my washing done
Scurring around as busy as a bee
I've been up with the rising sun

In a basket, clothes are gathered
As I head to my big laundry room
Turning on the hot water to wash
Sighing with tiredness and gloom

With this many clothes to be done
I slowly make my way to the sink
Pouring myself a big glass of tea
And sitting in my rocker to think

Just how could this many be dirty
Didn't I wash them the week before
And don't the kids know I'm tired
As I sort them on my kitchen floor

Suddenly my lights began to blink
As I now wondered what would I do
Without any power of electricity
I could not wash or cook my stew

It was then I did recall the past
On the farm where I once did live
Watching my Mother on a wash day
As my help I did try hard to give

Water was carried from the big well
And we had to pump it all by hand
As an old wringer machine did groan
Washing the clothes as best it can

All laundry hung on the lines to dry
Freshened by the clean country air
Oh yes, life was hard and not easy
But back then the work we did share

A very loud ringing from my telephone
Brought my thoughts back to this day
Power was restored and laundry to do
It is Monday, now what more can I say

Janie Moser © 07/16/07