Thoughts on Monday


I Stop Writing the Poem

Tess Gallagher

to fold the clothes. No matter who lives

or who dies, I’m still a woman.

I’ll always have plenty to do.

I bring the arms of his shirt

together. Nothing can stop

our tenderness. I’ll get back

to the poem. I’ll get back to being

a woman. But for now

there’s a shirt, a giant shirt

in my hands, and somewhere a small girl

standing next to her mother

watching to see how it’s done.


Happy Monday and happy folding folks!

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  • joy

    Lovely, thank you so much for sharing this.

  • Rebecca @ The Road Home

    Beautiful poem.

    I suppose I should do the laundry first so that I have something to fold though, huh?

  • That Married Couple

    That’s great. Lately I’ve been struggling to find the perfect balance of things… and my conclusion so far has basically been that. Folding the laundry with my daughter lying next to me trumps anything else I could or should be doing at that moment.