Folding Socks
The preacher expounded on 2 Timothy 4:18
"The LORD will protect you from all evil"
As I sat on my couch contemplating clean socks
I recalled how I'd seen mothers fold laundry. Calmly;
O how calmly did they work at this simplest of chores
And I began to imitate some of their work and serenity
As I straightened each sock, then laid the companion over
Flat against the other member. Folding from bottom -
Thrice, my choice, then the elastic top secured the pair!
To avoid matrimonial metaphors, I did something odd:
Having folded a pair, I then tucked in another set
Twinning my folding exercise with socks, maybe creativity?
And a calm outbreath of satisfaction: mess gone, new poem!
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