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My grandpa owned a laundry And my father worked there, too. A visit from the owner’s kids Nobody thought taboo. We rode up on the laundry carts With giant sacks of clothes. The workers never seemed to mind – They couldn’t, I suppose. The best thing was the Coke machine – My grandpa had the key, Which he would use to grab a soda, Ice-cold, just for me. I’d place that bottle in the slot; The cap would click and drop. I’d gulp that Coca Cola (free!) And never want to stop. Though years have passed, I close my eyes And conjure up that place – The smell of bleach, the burlap bags, My grandpa giving chase. It’s strange how we can focus On some memories so clear, While others seem, without a trace, To up and disappear. That laundry had a child’s allure. A visit was a treat; And thinking of it now, I smile, The recollection sweet.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 12/26/2012 6:20:00 PM
Wow, beautifully written poem. What wonderful memories as well. I really love the way you weave such incredible poems. And it reminds me of a joke that I must send you in soup mail.
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Date: 12/13/2012 10:49:00 AM
A heartwarming, nostalgic piece... I could almost smell this slice of your childhood, having worked in the laundry at my nursing home when we were short-staffed. I didn't get a Coke though! Well done Ilene!! Best wishes, Keith
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Date: 12/12/2012 3:57:00 PM
This leaves me feeling all aglow. Merry Christmas. These sentimental journeys are the best places to go. When you don't have a dime, you just have to rhyme, it's better than a show.
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Date: 12/11/2012 5:54:00 PM
An old co-worker of mine in Atlantic City ran a laundromat as a side business. He eventually sold the place to an oriental family. Good descriptive poem with the usual fine rhyming.
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Date: 12/10/2012 6:45:00 PM
Lol, I like your poems, Ilene. They are so real. They usually tell a story. That's what I like. Love it, my friend. Great job!
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Date: 12/10/2012 6:31:00 PM
Enjoyed this piece very much. Like you, I too recall my grandfather who ran a country store in Agnis AK. What a great place it was. My favorite was peppermints out of a large glass container. Thanks for sharing this. It brought back some good memories.
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