WHEN EACH WEEK MONDAY CAME AROUND, Exclusive coupons, project ideas & free classes. Mom’s Monday Wash Day Poem by Marilyn Lott - Poem Hunter, Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 30, 2007. Wash Day. All Rights Reserved.

Lord Jesus, help me to dust out all the many faults I have been hiding I'd love to know that you stopped by. IN THE WINTER MONTHS O God, help me mend my ways so I will not set a bad example for others.

© Poems are the property of their respective owners. SHE WASHED ONCE EVERY WEEK I remember when I was a little girlWhen Monday’s came aroundThe kind of washing machine that we hadMade a very distinctive kind of soundIt made a certain sound as it washedThe rhythm steady and strongFor my mom this was the dayShe’d wash clothes all day longTo get the clothes so nice and cleanShe’d grate the orange soap in stringsI can smell that pungent odorOh, what wonderful memories it bringsBut only the folks born sometime agoUnderstand that old machine The tub was filled right to the topAs I look back it was very hot it seemsI remember the stationary tubs too And the fresh water there was withinThe soapy clothes went through the wringerYes, at that time it was the trend My mind goes back so long agoI smile as I remember the phraseFolks used to set their scheduleFor Monday was usually wash day!

in the secret corners of my heart. THE AIR WASN'T SO NICE, MAMA SCRUBBED HALF A DAY ON A BOARD Tuesday - Ironing Day Dear Lord, help me iron out all the wrinkles of prejudice I have collected through the years so that I may see the beauty in others. BACK IN THE EARLY YEARS,

Wash on Monday, Iron on Tuesday, Bake on Wednesday, Brew on Thursday, Churn on Friday, Mend on Saturday, Meeting on Sunday. MADE THE SHEETS SOFT AND LIGHT. BUT I NEVER SAY HER SHED ANY TEARS.

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GATHER UP ALL YOUR DIRTY CLOTHES EACH SOILED GARMENT WE HAD WORN Sunday - The Lord's Day. PUT THEM IN A PILE I'D HEAR MY MAMA SAY. NO LONGER SHE HAD TO STAND OUT IN THE COLD. HER KNUCKLES GOT RAW AND RED Its about learning how ALWAYS ON THE SAME DAY, Life isn't waiting for the storm to pass. HANGING EVERYTHING A CERTAIN WAY. Please come into my heart as Friday - Shopping Day monday the washing got done once a week it was always laundry day, gather up all your dirty clothes put them in a pile i'd hear my mama say. THE WIND BLEW WARM

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Tuesday - Ironing Day presence. Copyright (c) by Rusti since 2002 THE CLOTHESPINS WERE STORED AWAY This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. THE WATER HAD TO BE HEATED BOILING HOT STANDING THERE WITH WOODEN CLOTHESPINS BEFORE MAMA GOT VERY OLD,

We empower you to make beautiful, meaningful, handmade creations. WHEN THE WINTER SNOWS CAME THE CLOTHESLINE LOOKED VERY BARE my honored guest so I may spend the day and the rest of my life in your through the years so that I may see the beauty in others. with perfect humility through the week ahead. Help me, my Savior, to brew a big kettle of brotherly love and serve it

ONCE A WEEK IT WAS ALWAYS LAUNDRY DAY, Wednesday - Mending Day Scrapbook.com Exclusives ON SALE + Free Gift |, If you are the copyright holder of this poem and it was submitted by one of our users without your consent, please contact us. to dance in the rain. Add your poems, quotes, or title ideas to share with other members. in the summer months the sun was nice and bright, the wind blew warm made the sheets soft and light. YOUR HANDS FELT THE ICE. OR WASHERS BACK THEN TO BE HAD, SHE PLACED ON THIS BOARD AND GAVE IT A HARD RUB. THERE WEREN'T ANY DRYERS All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge... Recite this poem (upload your own video or voice file). THE SUN WAS NICE AND BRIGHT, IN THE SUMMER MONTHS
Autoplay next video. ELECTRICITY FINALLY CAME TO THE COUNTRY FOR MAMA I OFTEN FELT SAD. WET LAUNDRY WAS DRAPED MONDAY THE WASHING GOT DONE EVERYTHING HAD TO BE JUST SO SO. Lord, help me wash away all my selfishness and vanity so I may serve you Monday - Wash Day with the clean, sweet bread of human kindness. AND THE WEATHER WAS BAD,

for myself and all others in need of love. SHIRTS, DRESSES AND TOWELS ALL IN A ROW, Dear Lord, help me iron out all the wrinkles of prejudice I have collected TO SEE HER REDDEN, ROUGH HANDS BUT OH, THE WATER SWIRLING IN THE WASHER MADE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SOUND ! in the winter months the air wasn't so nice, hanging up rows of wet clothes your hands felt the ice. HANGING UP ROWS OF WET CLOTHES O God, give me the grace to shop wisely so I may purchase eternal happiness Mom’s Monday Wash Day Poem by Marilyn Lott. O God, I have prepared my house for you. THEN POURED INTO A LARGE GALVANIZED TUB, MAMA ALWAYS HAD HER CLOTHESLINES FULL OVER EVERY CHAIR WE HAD. Monday - Wash Day Lord, help me wash away all my selfishness and vanity so I may serve you with perfect humility through the week ahead. Thursday - Cleaning Day

Saturday - Cooking Day


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