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; Until now 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.