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Dishes and Cloths

Plates and saucers quietly in attendance behind the cupboard doors lick their faded flowers inside borders service nicked as time ticks off the kitchen clock. Pile smoothed dish towels lie in neatly folded rows as a checkered mate doubles over the ice box handle with nothing to dry but a mother’s tears for days gone by.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 3/5/2014 6:13:00 PM
Nice descriptions to add to the emotion. Nice choice of free style for this type of poem. Thanks for sharing.
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Date: 12/14/2012 9:57:00 PM
So beautifully sad. I love the last three lines. What a great poem.
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Date: 11/4/2012 1:39:00 PM
Kathy...Sad... moving... AND beutifully expressed! Love Terry (You haven't posted anything lately... hope everything's OK...But at least there are some 'old things' I can have a chance to catch up on! Like this one...)
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Date: 8/4/2012 9:34:00 AM
Wow....another poem I wish I had written. The melancholy flavor is perfection, with sentiments that any empty- nester can fully understand. This subtle way of speaking........speaks to me. A lovely poem.
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Date: 6/29/2012 6:12:00 PM
Isn't it funny that when we are hurting we tend to organize things... I used to stack change, quarters to dimes. There is solace in these simple acts... an attempt to bring order out of chaos. Your final seven words brought tears to my eyes...
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Date: 6/19/2012 7:43:00 AM
loved this poignant write - very powerful indeed, my friend
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Date: 6/18/2012 8:48:00 AM
Loving this free verse of yours..very warm and heartfelt!!
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