Laundry Day

Once a week we do the wash;
It’s part of our routine.
With just the two of us at home,
There’s not that much to clean.

Apartment living means, for one,
Machines are there to share.
The basement has the laundry room;
We do the washes there.

My husband loads the washers
After I have bagged the clothes,
Then switches them to dryers,
Which is how cycle goes.

We both head down, when time has passed,
To fold and stack the load.
He piles his items, I do mine
And by a silent code…

We split the sheets and towels
And whatever else we share
Until the dryer’s empty
And the folding table’s bare.

We schlep the basket back upstairs
And put the wash away
Until next week, when once again
It will be laundry day.