Memories of Home

Worn dish towel, tossed into the wash,

your edges frayed, like memories that cross.

From kitchens once bustling, with laughter and light,

you’ve soaked up the stories from morning till night.

Each stain tells a tale, of meals shared in haste,

a fabric of love, woven tight, never waste.

You’ve wiped away tears, and the crumbs of our past,

a witness to moments, both fleeting and vast.

In the quiet of evening, I hold you anew,

a threadbare reminder of all that we do.

As you tumble and spin, I feel the weight lift,

a symbol of home, a small, cherished gift.