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Line After Line

Line after line of fresh diapers
A daily chore for years
Clothesline held six dozen each day
Unless weather unclear

If there was rain or freezing air
A wooden rack was filled
Placed over the gas floor furnace
Inside clean diapers spilled

Two little ones not potty trained
Now grown and on their own
They hold up a pipeline of love
Since the home nest have flown  

Inspired by Brian Strand's Contest
Rewritten: October 1, 2016 
Orginally written: March 30, 2015
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Muideen Avatar
October 1, 2016 at 5:22 PM
Thanks for posting this gem. I enjoyed reading it......A.M.
Smith Avatar
October 1, 2016 at 11:22 AM
I remember hanging the area rugs over the lines and beating the dust out... G/L
Allison Avatar
October 1, 2016 at 10:09 AM
I loved this poem - great memories Sara:-) I used to have to use nappies when I was a private nanny - my boss even had me iron the blasted things - when my son was born I used pampers!:-) hugs jan xx
Turner Avatar
October 1, 2016 at 9:33 AM
We used cloth diapers for our firstborn. That is one memory I will never forget. This poem also brings back memories from my youth, when my mother used to hang all of out laundry on a clothesline. I always loved the smell but my jeans were always so stiff:) Thank you for the memories, Mrs Sara. needless to say, I love the poem:)
Kendrick Avatar
October 1, 2016 at 9:38 AM
When we first married, all the clothes went out on the line which was a daily chore for me to take them out and pin them on the line then go get them when dry..They did smell so good..Back then once or twice a year we put the mattresses out in the sun to air out..I guess that the sunshine helped kill those dust mites, etc..Always a fresh clean scent when the day was done..Thanks for dropping by..Sara
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