The pile of dirty sheets
Once dirty and crumpled
Once dirty and crumpled
Now slowly replaced
By soft, delicate, silken
Intricately woven linen
Stretched out tightly
Until it reaches
Our fragile Edges
Supporting and binding
As if it had
Always been there
Lovingly supporting - but
Held down by Us
1 comment:
awww! I love the new perspective of the sheets poem. Its a much happier ending! but daddy cakes?? how did you get that picture of our sheets?
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