Anna I recall her big, soft body fleshy arms always ready to hug she smelled of ironing hot cotton from the mangle and All detergent carried a huge black purse with little peoples’ wonders inside Wrigley’s gum Juicy Fruit my favorite Mother called her our laundress she was so much more tear-wiper, knee-bandager confidant mom number two?
‘hot cotton from the mangle’ - just love it 🥰!
This entire scenario reminds me of my mom and her battles with the electric fruits blender. I’m no longer at home so I miss her.
Thank you for this little cute poetry Amrita♥️