As I stand before the washing machine,

I realize that nothing has changed in ten years

Except the size of her clothes.

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Yesterday, I sprayed SHOUT! all over the blemishes

ground deep into the fibers of her clothes;

Grass stains on the knees of her jeans,

Juice stains down the front of her shirts.

Her socks, hopeless.

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Today, I spray SHOUT! all over the blemishes

ground deep into her the fibers of her uniforms;

Grass stains on the knees of her softball pants,

Dirt stains down the front of her jersey.

Her socks, hopeless.

 

I wouldn’t have it any other way.