Lines of Hope

Surprised to see a pretty frog like me
With clothespin and shirts, doing laundry
But I am very different you see
I rinse the sky and set it free.
I wash the mud from yesterday,
I rinse the dreams that slipped away.
I fold the hope, I wring the doubt,
And hang the quiet inside out.

Now let me tell you my short story-
Of love, and loss, and hanging glory
Beneath this willow tree I met a frog,
With gentle eyes and speckled skin and sog,
He helped me hang the sheets one spring,
And said, “Someday, I will be a king.”

My love got a kiss, and then a crown.
He waved and left this washing town.
But I have got sun and sky and soap.
And clothes to hang, and lines of hope.