The washer women’s delight
Some may know this tale alright
know the washer woman’s plight
Piles of laundry fill her sight
Washing, scrubbing ,morn till night
bending , lifting, nothing light
A thankless job, always trite
It’s seems her life is just a slight
Yet ,watch a while. Am I right?
Have I overlooked this site?
The sun is shining very bright
leaves are glistening in the light
A knowing grin ,very slight
birds are singing with delight
Her pose appears, more upright
A shirt is dancing like a kite
While butterflies play in flight
eyes are shining big and bright
A smile brings her face alight
how does she do it, such insight ?
Could it work for me? It might..
simply choose to,see a right?
And share the washer women’s delight?
Poem written by R.Wiley