Friday, March 16, 2012


I wish I could iron out   
         the wrinkles of my life   
                     Use a little heat   
                     Apply a little pressure   
         to smooth out the imperfections of my day   
              neaten up cuffs and collars and puckering button holes   
                                the little irritations   
                                                         with a touch of heat   
                                                                     a little attention   
         Those Natural Cottons   
                     long forgotten in the dryer   
                                 Require more heat   
                                 Demand steam and starch   
                                                         to reach perfection   
And I always get burned   

Copyright 2012 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

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