Laundry

We do the laundry once a week
And stick to that routine
Ensuring that the clothes we wear
Are relatively clean.

We could go longer if we chose
But once the basket’s full,
The urge to empty it begins
Exerting habit’s pull.

With clothes and linens in a cart,
We head for the machines,
Just waiting in the basement
Where the laundry crowd convenes.

My husband loads them up and then,
The cycle at an end,
They’re switched into the dryers
Where some time they’ll have to spend.

Together we remove them
And we smooth them out and fold
Until, voila! They’re stacked in piles,
A vision to behold.

There’s certain satisfaction
When you’re finished with a chore
But before you blink, that basket
Will be fuller than before.