Mom’s Monday Wash Day Poem by Marilyn Lott

I remember when I was a little girl
When Monday’s came around
The kind of washing machine that we had
Made a very distinctive kind of sound

It made a certain sound as it washed
The rhythm steady and strong
For my mom this was the day
She’d wash clothes all day long

To get the clothes so nice and clean
She’d grate the orange soap in strings
I can smell that pungent odor
Oh, what wonderful memories it brings

But only the folks born sometime ago
Understand that old machine
The tub was filled right to the top
As I look back it was very hot it seems

I remember the stationary tubs too
And the fresh water there was within
The soapy clothes went through the wringer
Yes, at that time it was the trend

My mind goes back so long ago
I smile as I remember the phrase
Folks used to set their schedule
For Monday was usually wash day!