Of Families and Noisy Dirty Laundry

I heard the breathing and

Talked out loud about my astonishment at discovering that mom's shirts could breathe

While hanging in the closet

Then 

After a fifteen to twenty second pause to allow 

Maximum happiness for all involved

I pushed apart the shirts to find that

Nothing

Was still breathing

All through the closet

Everywhere I went

Everywhere I looked

Even near the hamper

The big

Newly emptied 

Wicker hamper

In front of which I finally paused

Long enough to appreciate

The trials
Tribulations and
Blessings

Involved with
having a family and
A life
That is so busy and
So young
That I can
Still
Hear my dirty laundry