I remember when I was a little girlWhen Monday’s came aroundThe kind of washing machine that we hadMade a very distinctive kind of soundIt made a certain sound as it washedThe rhythm steady and strongFor my mom this was the dayShe’d wash clothes all day longTo get the clothes so nice and cleanShe’d grate the orange soap in stringsI can smell that pungent odorOh, what wonderful memories it bringsBut only the folks born sometime agoUnderstand that old machine The tub was filled right to the topAs I look back it was very hot it seemsI remember the stationary tubs too And the fresh water there was withinThe soapy clothes went through the wringerYes, at that time it was the trend My mind goes back so long agoI smile as I remember the phraseFolks used to set their scheduleFor Monday was usually wash day! BACK IN THE EARLY YEARS, THERE WEREN'T ANY DRYERS MONDAY THE WASHING GOT DONE BUT I NEVER SAY HER SHED ANY TEARS. NO LONGER SHE HAD TO STAND OUT IN THE COLD. BUT OH, THE WATER SWIRLING IN THE WASHER FOR MAMA I OFTEN FELT SAD. through the years so that I may see the beauty in others. We empower you to make beautiful, meaningful, handmade creations. SHE PLACED ON THIS BOARD AND GAVE IT A HARD RUB. THE AIR WASN'T SO NICE, EACH SOILED GARMENT WE HAD WORN in the winter months the air wasn't so nice, hanging up rows of wet clothes your hands felt the ice. WHEN EACH WEEK MONDAY CAME AROUND, Thursday - Cleaning Day Lord, help me wash away all my selfishness and vanity so I may serve you Exclusive coupons, project ideas & free classes. OVER EVERY CHAIR WE HAD. MADE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SOUND ! WHEN THE WINTER SNOWS CAME monday the washing got done once a week it was always laundry day, gather up all your dirty clothes put them in a pile i'd hear my mama say. Tuesday - Ironing Day Dear Lord, help me iron out all the wrinkles of prejudice I have collected through the years so that I may see the beauty in others. IN THE SUMMER MONTHS TO SEE HER REDDEN, ROUGH HANDS Monday - Wash Day Lord, help me wash away all my selfishness and vanity so I may serve you with perfect humility through the week ahead. Sunday - The Lord's Day. Add your poems, quotes, or title ideas to share with other members. Its about learning how Wash on Monday, Iron on Tuesday, Bake on Wednesday, Brew on Thursday, Churn on Friday, Mend on Saturday, Meeting on Sunday. MADE THE SHEETS SOFT AND LIGHT. ELECTRICITY FINALLY CAME TO THE COUNTRY Mom’s Monday Wash Day Poem by Marilyn Lott - Poem Hunter, Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 30, 2007. O God, help me mend my ways so I will not set a bad example for others. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge... Recite this poem (upload your own video or voice file). © Poems are the property of their respective owners. THE WATER HAD TO BE HEATED BOILING HOT O God, I have prepared my house for you. with perfect humility through the week ahead. SHE MATCHED HER COLORS - WHITE, GREEN, BLUE Life isn't waiting for the storm to pass. HANGING EVERYTHING A CERTAIN WAY. GATHER UP ALL YOUR DIRTY CLOTHES Copyright (c) by Rusti since 2002 Dear Lord, help me iron out all the wrinkles of prejudice I have collected Wednesday - Mending Day presence. THE CLOTHESPINS WERE STORED AWAY SHIRTS, DRESSES AND TOWELS ALL IN A ROW, BEFORE MAMA GOT VERY OLD, AND THE WEATHER WAS BAD, YOUR HANDS FELT THE ICE. to dance in the rain. THE WIND BLEW WARM Lord Jesus, help me to dust out all the many faults I have been hiding for myself and all others in need of love. PUT THEM IN A PILE I'D HEAR MY MAMA SAY. This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. in the summer months the sun was nice and bright, the wind blew warm made the sheets soft and light. Tuesday - Ironing Day OR WASHERS BACK THEN TO BE HAD, Mom’s Monday Wash Day Poem by Marilyn Lott. HANGING UP ROWS OF WET CLOTHES EVERYTHING HAD TO BE JUST SO SO. I'd love to know that you stopped by. SHE WASHED ONCE EVERY WEEK with the clean, sweet bread of human kindness. Wash Day. IN THE WINTER MONTHS Scrapbook.com Exclusives ON SALE + Free Gift |, If you are the copyright holder of this poem and it was submitted by one of our users without your consent, please contact us. All Rights Reserved. Please come into my heart as THE CLOTHESLINE LOOKED VERY BARE Autoplay next video. THE SUN WAS NICE AND BRIGHT, ONCE A WEEK IT WAS ALWAYS LAUNDRY DAY, HER KNUCKLES GOT RAW AND RED monday wash day submitted by: hayseed. O God, give me the grace to shop wisely so I may purchase eternal happiness my honored guest so I may spend the day and the rest of my life in your Monday - Wash Day WET LAUNDRY WAS DRAPED STANDING THERE WITH WOODEN CLOTHESPINS THEN POURED INTO A LARGE GALVANIZED TUB, ALWAYS ON THE SAME DAY, Follow us on your favorite social networks for news and inspiration! Saturday - Cooking Day Please sign my Guestbook before your leave. MAMA ALWAYS HAD HER CLOTHESLINES FULL in the secret corners of my heart. Help me, my Savior, to brew a big kettle of brotherly love and serve it MAMA SCRUBBED HALF A DAY ON A BOARD Spiritual Growth Poems and Stories Garden at God's Little Acre. Friday - Shopping Day