Making the Bed

Snapped by

hands gripping the crisp 

sheets, they billow and fall,

freshly washed, soon to be

Anchored by 

hospital corners learned from my 

mother who learned from 

her mother, a nurse, 

Topped by

overstuffed pillows, enveloped and 

precisely positioned, supporting 

heads, furthering dreams

Blanketed by

a downy comforter aired 

in the winter sun, flung high 

to float and gently rest