The faucet is noisy warm water touches the plates, the spoons and forks..........soap suds splash back at my face.............i squint :::::: 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 :::::: i seem to be at a vantage spot i see, i hear everyone i am the observer :::::: 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... :::::: our laughter.......our giggles crescendo then fade.....and then die with the jokes shared.......in the cold of every evening :::::: my hearing is clearing talks reminiscent of the past wane tomorrow's plans are favored the dishes are clean.....now drying ::::::
Sally
Copyright December 3, 2017 rrab
i hope, i pray, to be in this same scenario in the following years .........with my sisters...