Jane's Poem of Today!!

My mother taught me to fold men¹s shirts in half lengthwise down the middle, matching shoulder seams and sleeves, then doubling the shirt twice more into a tidy rectangle. But the last time, folding my father¹s just-dried shirts, unsure why we had washed them in the first place, I folded them in half widthwise, the sleeves crucified, so I could press my palms across his chest again.