Ironing Flashback

Talk of ironing prompted
a flashback
of my mother
standing tall
in front of the
board
while squeaking legs
interfered
with the drone
of voices
on General Hospital.

A can of Niagara Starch
wobbles with
each stroke
colliding with the
blue sprinkler of water.

Her arm
movements are smooth
and graceful
as she works out
the wrinkles
for the one
she loves most.