On a morning drive into New York City, I was stuck in a traffic jam and noticed a self-service laundry facility. Every woman inside looked miserable, hauling their clothes from one machine to another. As I drove past the laundromat, I knew that I would never see those people again and that they weren't even aware that I had been watching them in the first place, but for a moment in time, we had been in the same place. I could only imagine what life was like for these women who worked tirelessly to provide clean clothes - something many of us often take for granted - for their families. After reading this poem, I hope that readers appreciate the sacrifices their loved ones make for them every day, even if they seem small.