Nobody Knows the Rubble I Have Seen
No one knows the rubble I’ve seen.
Nobody knows but DEEEshus.
I stop washing dishes and turn around.
My four-year-old is belting this out with gusto.
These dishes?
She nods.
Where did you learn it?
In church.
Okay.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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