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