Momma's Clothes Line

Last time he stood here
in the breeze
Mom had just turned 23
and he was maybe 4.

Clothes pin on her finger
basket on the ground
sky above her eyes of blue
as sharp sheets snap his arms.

Hand gently pats shoulder
linen brushes hair
maybe this is heaven 
white flags underwear. 

Winds pour out this morning
flash down to the town
names upon the monuments
clothes run underground. 

When did it become a thing
children should be born
raised wrapped up returned to us
for the red striped ground?

Momma liked a happy home
healthy neat routine
nice clean laundry
safe bright aisles

Grandkids flowering.