Blessed by dirty dishes
As a mum of 3 I have recently discovered that I am blessed by dirty dishes
On a daily basis I have cussed and cursed at their very presence on my counter top
Without actually recognising what they represent;
They signify that the bellies of my children are fed and full
They reflect a nourishment of more than love
They result; directly, from the privilege of electricity, food, and water
They do not see the homeless on the street hoping to find meagre scraps from within a dustbin
They cannot hear the groans of the child’s belly which doesn’t remember its last meal
They do not smell the anxiety of the mother who tries to still her hungry child’s cries
They cannot touch the malnourished masses; their swollen abdomens and sunken eyes
They do not taste the stale, acrid water drunken desperately in a bid to stay alive
Today I came to my senses
I realised that I am truly blessed by dirty dishes.
Copyright © Alunamda Yokwe | Year Posted 2019
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