The Clothes Line

One of the last things my mom said before she died was, “I was at my happiest when I was hanging out the washing.”

I know of a little pathway you used to walk
I’ve walked it many times myself
I never knew it gave you so much joy
I never knew it was your solace.

How many times do you suppose you walked on that path?
Up and down come rain or come shine.
How many problems pottered around your mind?
How many did you solve?

When it was young it could see for miles
The wind could blow
The sun cast no shadows
It had purpose.

But now it is old and overtaken by life
It no longer sees so far
Its keeper gone.
No one uses clothes lines anymore.

© 2007, Tim Prendeville


3 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by olive Culinane on June 9, 2013 at 10:01 am

    It is beautiful & sad,it made me cry, remembering Eileen.

  2. Hi! I was surfing and found your blog post… nice! I love your blog. 🙂 Cheers! Sandra. R.

  3. Posted by dquirke on January 7, 2008 at 4:21 pm

    just finished reading all your beautiful poems… you certainly seem to be going through a real trip down memory lane…..took me right back…keep it up….DQ

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