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Trying to catch up! A Humble Chore I’ve always liked washing dishes. When I was a kid, I didn’t mind that assignment. We didn’t have an automatic dishwasher. Heck, we had a sink and soap and water. Now, I have a great dishwashing machine. But sometimes, I wash the dishes by hand. As I place forks and spoons and dishes and bowls into the hot, soapy water, I think about my mom. She washed lots of dishes in her life … only to wash them again and again. Did she get tired of that never-ending chore? Did my grandmother and my great grandmother? That chore -- those sinks full of hot water are a soapy river connecting the women in my family, those women who married, raised kids, cooked and cleaned for their families, women who had dreams and goals and felt joy and pain and wonder, women who found their bliss and those who foundered. Dishwashing, a most humble and necessary job, one that bridges my family’s generations. ~ ~ ~ 30 lines prompt: Write a poem about some everyday task. Turn your imagination loose to guide your powers of association into several levels of awareness. (07.03.21) |
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