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Ironing Sheets

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She spoke of ironing sheets and said
her children loved to come and rest
beneath linens pressed to crisp perfection.
How I thought her time ill spent!

But now as I make up the guest room beds,
unfurling line-dried sheets and tucking corners
with a practiced hand, I dearly want
to scoop them up again and press
the iron, hot with hissing steam,
to the rumpled edges of the cloth.

I'd carry, draped across my upraised arms,
my offering through the hollow house,
and spread it smoothly as a damask cloth upon the bed --
my children's visit sumptuous as a feast,
their sleeping breath within the silent rooms
as welcome as God's manna and the providence of quail.

Pam Tucker is the mother of five grown children, four boys with a girl in the middle, and grandma to three boys. She lives with her husband in Clarkston, Washington, along the Lewis and Clark trail. A poem of hers was published in the March 2006 issue of Prairie Poetry.

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