Folds
The Call: Folding Poetry — Cheryl
My fingers grasp the linen.
My eyes check edge alignment.
I make sure the folds are crisp,
The fabric without wrinkle.
The tablecloth you left me
Must be completely perfect,
Before I pack it away
Forever.
The Response: Plenty to Fold Tonight — Jessica
…seven loads later, I can actually see my kitchen floor. That’s the price of going a whole week without doing laundry.
very touching, Cheryl. You must have used the self-timer, right? Very nice.
[…] I wrote this last night to go with the photo I took for the Call of the day, which was “Folds.” […]
Wow. That’s a lot of laundry, Jessica. I’m a big believer in baby steps, so I never fold more than a load at a time. : )