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The faucet is noisy
warm water touches the plates, the spoons
and forks..........soap suds splash back
at my face.............i squint
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high above the sound of flowing water,
their voices......and mine, take power
my mind identifies every face behind me
they're just within my reach from the sink,
extending a hand...sharing a memory
we share all...family stuff, jokes, and chores
things become easier....feelings are lighter
while washing the dishes
indeed...water is therapy
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i seem to be at a vantage spot
i see, i hear everyone
i am the observer
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pre and post dinner moments
of talks whle sipping wine, are always fun
leftover food is kept in the fridge
and leftover topics, play in our minds
they wait for the next morning...
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our laughter.......our giggles crescendo
then fade.....and then die with the jokes
shared.......in the cold of every evening
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my hearing is clearing
talks reminiscent of the past wane
tomorrow's plans are favored
the dishes are clean.....now drying
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Sally
Copyright December 3, 2017
rrab
i hope, i pray, to be
in this same scenario
in the following years
.........with my sisters...