Friday, September 11, 2009

Fruit of the loom Lament

Here I lay

forgotten.

Stepped over as some pretend that I'm not here.

But I am.

They sometimes kick me, and I fly

into the corner.

I cry, for I am sad.

They are afraid to touch me, they cringe as they come near me.

My soul cries out "I am clean! I am not soiled!"

And yet, I am shunned.

I am left alone, invisible to those who should see me,

but they look not upon me.

I have lost my way, fallen from my group of friends as they were carried away,

and left alone, among a sea of unfamiliar faces.

Toys and books and television remote controls mock me.

They know not the pain of abandonment.

For their batteries are still good.

I think of the one with whom I belong

and

I wonder if they will remember my softness and how easily I stretched and conformed to bring comfort,

yet, didn't bind.

I have loyally protected against the dangers of denim and the draftiness of nakedness,

still,

I lay here, waiting for someone to claim me as their own.

The one who needs me most denies that I belong, and wills others to take care of me,

yet,

I know that in nine days I will be searched for,

because I came in a package of ten.











p.s. Would the owner of the pair of underwear dropped on the family room floor on the way out of the laundry room please come forward to claim your property. You know who you are, and due to the size, color and gender of said underwear I know who you are too.

Thank you,
The management.

18 comments:

Elizabeth said...

Very cute. No one ever seems to be able to accept responsibility for picking up that which has fallen...thenk goodness for the tenth day :)

Annette Lyon said...

SNORT! This is AWESOME.

Chief said...

Totally brilliant! I was feeling so sorry for the abandoned one. Then...the pic!

Busty LaRue said...

This post is awesome! You are so talented!

Kristina P. said...

I'm sorry. I'll be over in a while.

val of the south said...

"the dangers of denim" - I love it! Well done my friend!

And Kristina's comment, priceless!

Rachel Sue said...

Hahahahahaha! This is awesome! You should write poetry more often.

Debbie / Cranberry Fries said...

HA!

Bonnie the Boss said...

So did the guilty partty come forward?
My kids would say, "But mom, I didn't wear them, so-and-so did". I know, gross, keep in mind I live with 4 boys and 1 adult male. They are gross!
Kristina's comment was good!

rocslinger said...

Tenth day problem solved! In the meantime whats the issue?

Elise said...

Oh WOW, this is a great post & you have the most gorgeous site here. I had to stop by to leave this comment for you – and to say hello of course ! Your posts are creative and original and you have interesting pictures. It's all perfect ! Thank you for sharing your site and best wishes....

mommeeof9 said...

My oldest 4 are responsible for all laundry, washing, drying, sorting and folding. Yet, most of them forget to wash their own laundry, at least occasionally.

The Head Eagle said...

Hahaha! Too funny! I'm with Bonnie, in wanting to know if the owner finally claimed them?

Erin said...

Oh boy, am I familiar with this lament.

Jo said...

You are soooo clever!

Steph @ Diapers and Divinity said...

Unfortunately, at our house, this lament is sung by underwear, socks, library books, pajama pants, and marker lids. Basically, it's an all-out chorus of abandoned items. Obviously, I have a lament of my own.

tiburon said...

This is the best ode to underpants I have ever read.

Damama T said...

You sure that's not how Max figured out butt cheeks are chubby? Maybe he saw his brother's on day 10? LOL!

ROFL!!!

YOU ARE SUCH A RIOT!!!