Simple Treasures

Have you ever thought back

On a memory, and remembered 

Just one really great

Thing about it?


Like about how clean and fresh

The laundry smelled

On one particular day,

Just like that first time

You sat in the back yard

And handed your mother

The clothes pins,

One by one, then

Two by two, as she

Hung out wet laundry 

Laced with the cleanest smell

Of "springtime fresh"

Soap powder?


And the whole world 

Can seem to be a million miles away,

All for the smell of that wonderful

Pillowcase or sheet those few moments,

Lasting what can feel like an eternity...

...and you know, I barely noticed

The stench of stale tobacco 

Breathing hot upon my shoulder,

Or the way my hands were bound.


It was just another day.






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PeterChristopherRaymond's picture

It reminds me a little of

It reminds me a little of Thorton Wilder's play "Our Town" when Emily who has died goes back to the realm of the living for one day and realizes how wonderful and precious it was. Terrific imagery.

bishu's picture

Some Memories don't fade however much we scrub

Some Memories don't fade however much we scrub & wash.Truths.



nightlight1220's picture

That's right, my dear 'gentle

That's right, my dear 'gentle man'... but we go on amd we learn about life and keep the classroom door open always...good bad or indifferent. All things happen for some good reason...somewhere. We are stronger than we know if we only ask to be. But if we always think we are helpless in the world...we are. The universe doesn't have to tell us it's plans. Thank you for seeing underneath all of the layers, dear friend (hugs).

...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "