Member Poem

In the early days of my marriage in Venezuela
I learned to do it by hand with blue “Las Llaves” soap
and cold water
hanging it out to dry, hoping it would in the rainy season
much like the Amish in winter

Before our first child was born we got a washing machine
like the one I grew up with not like many others had
although I learned
to wash clothes that way too, when visiting those with wringer washers
like my grandma’s aunt used to have

Life is easier now
Kids are grown
Less laundry
More time

I waste so much time