Laundry Day

Once a week we do the wash; It’s part of our routine. With just the two of us at home, There’s not that much to clean. Apartment living means, for one, Machines are there to share. The basement has the laundry room; We do the washes there. My husband loads the washers After I have bagged the clothes, Then switches them to dryers, Which is how cycle goes. We both head down, when time has passed, To fold and stack the load. He piles his items, I do mine And by a silent code… We split the sheets and towels And whatever else we share Until the dryer’s empty And the folding table’s bare. We schlep the basket back upstairs And put the wash away Until next week, when once again It will be laundry day.