Ironing boards

What's in an ironing board mama
Is it the heat of sun
When the clothes are rubbing?
Is it the run of textile on fabric
Or the clink clunk of iron
When you stand it?

What's in an ironing board mama?
Is it the love that you have for your son?
Is it the life that once went wrong
Or awry
Is it the steam that is needed
Because the cotton is dry
And the crease just won't come out
Is it trying to make perfect
Every last doubt
Until all the problems are ironed out
Smoothed over
No one screams and shouts
About jumpers and pullovers
And the shirts are ready to wear
And the trousers are pressed
And folded down the seams
And we all are impressed
With the size of our dreams
When we still had them

That's what seems
To be in an ironing board mama
That and a pea under a hundred
Mattresses of a princess
Who can't get to sleep