what must be done

it's an endless
task.
this folding.
this
washing, this
repeat
and rinse.
this drying.
shirt upon shirt.
the hot iron
sliding across
a sleeve
on the propped
board.
the clothes
being
neatly stacked.
the pants,
sheets
and towels,
assorted socks,
all going up
up,
to where they
need to
be, some
resting in
a spare room
on a bed
that isn't used.
the smell
of starch
and bleach,
the cleansing
of what we wear.
a small
portion of
your life, that
no one else will
do.
you are blessed
in this small
thing that must
be done.