Dec 2021
Pulling out the laundry
I realize something
Is missing
It's not a sock
Without a mate
Or a coin
From my jeans
Or the flapping
Of sheets being
Hung out
To dry
It's the sound
Of my mother's
Irish voice
Singing
How silent it is
And oh how sad
Knowing I won't
Hear her singing
Again
I realize something
Is missing
It's not a sock
Without a mate
Or a coin
From my jeans
Or the flapping
Of sheets being
Hung out
To dry
It's the sound
Of my mother's
Irish voice
Singing
How silent it is
And oh how sad
Knowing I won't
Hear her singing
Again
When I took the laundry out today, I knew something was missing. It was my
Mother's voice . She always sang when she did the laundry.Still miss her voice.
Mother's voice . She always sang when she did the laundry.Still miss her voice.
