I click the red cassette tape that dad taped for me into the player,
open the windows wide,
sprinkle lavender-scented water on dry wrinkled linen
Pressing wrinkles from beautiful linens
of many pasts,
they become part of my present
and my future.
Embroidered roses on fine cotton squares
lift my spirits.
Someone long ago
took time to sit with needle and thread
tracing beauty onto a piece of cloth.
Appreciating the detail and handiwork
helps me slow down
and put my life into perspective.
©Sharron R. McMillan