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.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: