The Load of Laundry

Can’t wait any longer, the situation is urgent;
The hamper’s overflowing and we’re out of detergent.
Tomato sauce, green paint, blue ink and soil;
Glue, orange juice, chocolate pudding and oil.
I soak then I spray.
I pre-treat and I pray.
Pajamas, pants, skirts, a child’s smock,
Towels, linens, shirts, a lone sock.
Colors, gentles, whites and darks,
Bleach and Oxygen to remove all marks.
The stain is out, no more ring around the collar;
Only the remains of a tissue and wrinkled dollar,
Hanging and drying, then sorting and folding,
Emptying baskets, putting away clothing.
Day after day, there is no end or beginning.
Like the last cycle, my head is spinning.
But when it comes down to it, although it’s a chore,
I smile as I collect the dirty clothes from the floor;
These outfits were worn by the ones I adore,
And because of that, I’ll be glad to do more.