We laugh at our men,
Giggling with love-natured joys.
We are strangers, but sisters-
They are just boys.
The sheet spins like white winter taffy
As we pull and wring.
Scented laundry water wrinkles us.
We sing.
The sun charms the linens into dryness, a hot, slow, and sultry wink-
We scrub stubborn suds away
From our old, white laundry sink.
We wash the soiled aftermath of life,
Working till hands blossom blisters.
We are women; together.
Strangers, yes. And sisters.
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Tikkun- Hebrew; world repar.
When I stumbled upon the word "tikkun", I thought immediately of the little dedications we offer to a beautiful world. What do you think of?
