Summer is fading:
The leaves fall in ones and twos
From trees bordering
The new recreation ground.
In the hollows of afternoons
Young mothers assemble
At swing and sandpit
Setting free their children.
Behind them, at intervals,
Stand husbands in skilled trades,
An estateful of washing,
And the albums, lettered
Our Wedding, lying
Near the television:
The women were responsible for the housework and for child-raising.  The lack of labour-saving devices in those days meant that housekeeing and motherhood was a full-time job. 

Afternoons