i made the bed this morning.
i smoothed the sheets. i laid the
blanket down. i folded the throw.
i placed the pillows.
the order was dreamy.
my mind felt clear.
i forgot about time pressing
upon me.
to get dressed.
to dress the kids.
to get shoes and jackets on.
bags of friends and blankies
in the car.
do the drop off.
get to work.
i wish these moments lasted longer.
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Those moments are so peaceful. (Funny – I thought I was the only one who found solace in bed-making!)
I don’t make the beds around here nearly often enough. But when I do, I feel the same sense of fleeting peace. Lovely, my fellow poetry master.
The best moments. I wish there were more!! Though in honesty I haven’t made my bed in weeks.
We make the beds every day. Never miss. But it is a very rushed, about to fly out the door kind of feeling, not this beautiful peaceful feeling you describe here. I do have those moments on the weekends sometimes though. And they are lovely. Like this poem. :-)
On days I don’t make the bed, I feel like a heathen and am sort of unsettled all day. My mom raised herself a nice little anal-retentive prototype.
I love a made bed, but rarely take the time. I think it extends beyond that though, taking the time to smooth and place does clear the mind. Funny, I write this amid great disorder.
Ahh, the calm before the storm. Don’t you just wish you could hold on to those moments forever?
I feel that way when I organize stuff…when my wallet is organized, or when my planner is cleared of all the coupons/notes/post-its sticking out. Or even better, the rare occasions when I organize photos (which I have not done in like 2 years…). But I never make the bed unless we have company…and even then, it’s gotta be Company, ya’ know? Like, not Friends. Cause they already know I don’t make the bed.
Such a zen moment you’ve captured here. Real presence in the moment of doing for others. Intention and clarity. And myself, I do like a nicely made bed, even if I’m the one who has to make it.
I love losing myself in something that calms me and sets the stage for calmness later. I never make the bed, but when I do, my brain and body love the “surprise” of it at the end of the day.
Capturing them in words helps. Stretches them a little. Oh, but it must be hard.
I like making the bed in the morning. It gives me a sense of accomplishment starting my day with a task completed.
So lovely. The order IS dreamy (especially in my construction zone, where right now order is only a dream).
I rarely make the bed when school is in session, yet when I have time off, nothing makes me happier than glancing inside the bedrooms where beds with hospital corners gleam in neatness…And if the linens are freshly laundered, well, that’s just icing on the cake!