Freedom in time

self sufficiency
liberated am I
like the wash board
I hang on my wall
written on it
liberation
freedom, I am free
free from you
free to be me
how ironic
that we
washed our
clothes
on that board
we hung them
in the sun
in the rain
in the wind
in the snow
we washed
our clothes
together
we are
still in my mind
I find
your clothes
your memories
your scent
trying to escape
this chore
I use
the modern version
Kenmore loves to clean
for me it seems
I am lost in the
sea of clothes
of memories
of you and me
self sufficient
our dream