Don’t Iron, Anymore
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
I didn’t iron
anything,
after,
I didn’t have to.
I haven’t even
finished this
Poem,
And, it’s gone.
if I ironed
Anything, anymore,
it would be
myself.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 5/26/10
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Only thing gives me pause is "Poem." To me, the capital letter
distracts more than it adds.
Still. . .what a gem you have created! Just the right size, just
the right tone. As for ironing, I do it so little, when a guest
asked if I had one, I was forced to confess that I didn't know where I'd stashed it. So you get another star for not ironing!!
Do not press yourself. You are fine the way you are. And yes, in this case, I am the Boss o'you. Just appointed myself!!
Love,
Pea
It appears simple. I tell myself I could do that. WRONG! You are just so good.