Housekeeping
Reading glasses swinging back and forth, dangling from a drug store string slung around my neck I said, to myself of course, I never want to wear this kind of thing. But now I do, sometimes. I like the idea of relaxing, being a comfortable woman of the home, swinging open the door in a batik housedress, casually welcoming someone in, pets or as the French say, animals for company, something like that. As if pets had no other reason to be. Years of watching women folding, unfolding, refolding socks, sheets, dinner napkins, a lot happens in those moments of freshly laundered piles heaped onto the sofa, better the dining room table as long as it’s clean of course. My grandparents hung it all out in the sun, flopping away without a care, ironing sheets was necessary. When my paternal grandmother died, the very night she passed over the clothesline, into the black heavens sprinkled with sequins of silver, she came to me in a dream. I stood at a table folding clothes, I became aware that there was someone next to me folding as well. I first recognized her hands, red and wrinklie, with age spots. “Nanny?” I didn’t look toward her; she said in her most comforting southern way, “Don’t be afraid.” Then I turned toward the left looking up, up, up, and there she was all in white, a long crisp gown, fresh and smiling. “I love you.” She’d spoke. Then she was gone.
Comments (16)
Love this! 😊✨
Sweet!
Lovely poem
Great imagery. I feel the emotion. So difficult in haiku. Excellent 🥰
weathered hands, such a beautiful image
Beautiful - that second line is really lovely. :) Wonderful concept!
Lovely and loving..... wonderful haiku.
This is so great. "love from weathered hands, and time" is a wonderful line. Well done, Donna!
Makes me think of memories with my Nana ❤️ Lovely ❤️
speaks of memories
This is so touching! ❤️
Yes - this is lovely and fitting! :)
Very sweet haiku.
Loving it!!!💖💕
Things handmade with love are the most precious :)
<3