May 14th
The second Sunday in May is Mother’s Day in Australia and so today is dedicated to honouring the role mothers play within families. So this poem is shared in honour of my own mother. Ironing- not so glamourous, but my mother always sang when performing this ritual, so it is a memory that endures. Upon my 21st birthday, she gifted me my very own ironing board. I too sing when I iron...
A Hiss of Steam
Recall my mother
All those eyars ago
In prime position
Behind the ironing board
Steam iron poised
-the trusty Sunbeam
The smell of starch and freshly
laundered clothes
Surrounding her.
The iron hisses on cue
She lowers it with care
To make connect with the next
Unsuspecting fresh and wrinkled
garment.
My mother launches into song
As an effortless rhythm
Surrounds her labours
An unremarkable
Act of love
For her family
Enacted with a song
And a shot of steam.
©Alan j Wright
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