Day is Done

She never sits out on her porch

until her work is done;

dishes washed and put away,

floors swept and counters cleaned,

laundry hung on the line to dry,

beds made with plumped-up pillows,

 

phone calls made to her grown sons

and to her good friend down the road

to talk about who drove by this morning

and what they might be up to.

Then, when everything is clean and finished,

 

she sits out on her porch

in the metal glider filled with cushions,

wearing a clean cotton dress and apron,

waiting to see who might pass by

and what they might be up to.

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About grannysu

storyteller, writer, poet, gardener, countrywoman
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