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Ace Shirt Laundry

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Ace Shirt Laundry

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.

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  1. 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.

  1. 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

  1. 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.

  1. 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.

  1. 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!

  1. 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.