Enjoying The Laundromat Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Enjoying The Laundromat



Here at the laundromat, sitting here writing while
there are so many people washing their clothes -
every washer and dryer being full.

Little ones being good, helping parents fold as
best they can.

A little boy, gingerly holding up his father's
sock against his foot, smiling and saying, 'Look
it fits'!

Then erupting into a fit of laughter as he realizes
that I was noticing.

A cute little boy, enjoying life even though he's
stuck at the laundromat, brings a smile to my heart.

Saturday, March 15, 2014
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