Monday, October 13, 2008

New Sheets, a poem

New Sheets

We really need new sheets, you said,
but then I found these, forgotten
behind the heating pads
and the old crib linens.

Translucent with age,
silky from a thousand washings—
one breath and I am young again,
folding, tucking.

We made love on these faded blues when
there was endless love to make.
We made babies
on these trailing, sage-green leaves—
babies now into women grown.

We need new sheets, you said.
And you shall have them,
new again.

—Alyson Button Stone

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