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 © Kathryn Collins | Year Posted 2012
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