My mother left behind closets
Filled with bedsheets and towels
And pillowcases, all neatly folded.
During his years alone my father
Unfolded none of them. Every week
He'd launder and reuse the ones
She'd put out before she died.
I'm pretty sure he didn't want
To undo traces of her work since
He welcomed reminders of her
Also, he must have known he couldn't
Fold a contour sheet to save his life.
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