Sara Kendrick Poet Rhyme

A Pearl of a Prize

The laundry basket filled with clothes
Stares at me from its place
Resting in hall like many foes
No one tries to win race

Or win prize for folding laundry
Remembering when teen
How anxiously wanted to be
Grown about this very keen

Gullible, naive was this girl
Now the laundry sit waits
By the basement door as if pearl
A pearl of a prize mates

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Jack Horne October 11, 2011 at 11:49 AM LOL, I always picture you as very domesticated, my friend. Lovely piece - I thought I'd read your oldest piece here.

Jessica Reynolds April 8, 2011 at 8:46 AM I didnt think it was to funny sorry but you should of said something like the laundry was the prize now i would have lauged at that cuz i wouldnt think of something like that to be a prize lol but i did like it alot:)

Carolyn Devonshire April 7, 2011 at 10:18 AM Laughing because I know you don't like doing laundry, Sara. Enjoyed the humor very much! (I just do a load of laundry every day or two and it doesn't pile up, but I know many people who seem to dread it.) Love, Carolyn

Andrea Dietrich April 5, 2011 at 10:12 PM oh, my, did you used to have prizes for folding laundry? My mom was the only one in our house that could fold or do anything to do with cleaning perfectly right!! She did such a good job, I just let her do it for me and now I am not good at it myself. haha. I like how you take an ordinary thing and make a poem of it. Fun to read, Sara!

James Foulk April 5, 2011 at 2:56 PM i don't know what i hate more doing the laundry or the folding of it. this was a nice piece of work.

Linda-Marie Sweetheart April 5, 2011 at 12:51 PM Congrats Sara on posting your first contest my friend.. Sonnet Me is a lovely theme and I am creating an entry for u now luv.. good luck and much success with this one ..enjoy the process my friend... luv..

Roxanna Johnson April 5, 2011 at 11:59 AM Wow you have talent(:

Jancarl Campi April 5, 2011 at 9:26 AM Thank you for your comment on "my soul" The older I get the more i await my lord. This is a interesting write on a most simple task. I find it easier if i don't let it fill up. We are too here and still seem to dirty lots of clothes. Take care and stay cool. Jancarl

Kash Poet April 5, 2011 at 9:10 AM Another wonderful write from you on simple household things.Enjoyed Sara your poem---kashinath

Nette Onclaud April 5, 2011 at 8:33 AM sooo charming, sara! a well-penned write about a daily household chore... all my best! :) huggs, nette

Doris Culverhouse April 5, 2011 at 6:52 AM just be glad you have clothes to wear and that need folding.

Carol Sunshine Brown April 5, 2011 at 4:22 AM Thank you for sharing your outstanding poetry Sara. I enjoyed reading it and hope to read more of it soon. May you always find the inspiration to continue with your writing endeavors. Hope you are feeling much better. Love, Carol

Linda-Marie Sweetheart April 4, 2011 at 2:59 PM Wonderful words Sara presented so lovely my friend.. the laundry basket holds many memories and when young all want to be older and when at older age reflections resonate so well and long luv..

Debbie Guzzi April 4, 2011 at 2:51 PM LOL yah didn't train them right! Least they could do is get the stuff IN the washer! Light & Love

Michelle Mac Donald April 4, 2011 at 1:44 PM So funny, Sara! Sometimes feels more like yoke around the neck, than a pearl necklace. Did feel like a prize before though. My mom had had a wringer washing machine when I was little. Lucky her...she always shooed away! When her back was turned I'd pass objects through the wringers. This piece sparks up all kinds of memories...thank you Sara! Best to you all, Mikki

Manouchka Doreus April 4, 2011 at 1:37 PM i never think of it in this way but i understand the feeling... good write