CC Bloom Poet Free verse

There are still stacks

of dirty dinner plates
that were not cleaned
from last night

and this is not
my best poem,
my son
reminds me,
that was a similar theme
from years ago

she was me
cleaning dishes at the sink
and hoping to see
a cardinal up close
before the moon
took over the sky

I need to feel
warm water
on my hands
because it calms
my restless soul

I need to feel
I will admire myself
and my mother
more than any man
ever will

At this time, every spring
new things are born,
everyday
that I will never know about
including the birds
that will sing next spring
during my runs I fit in
between my son's sports
events and lesson plans
that make a mockery
of life

Soap and water
make bubbles
on the glass dishes
and my wedding plates
are still my favorite

A bird, drawn by an artist
still makes me smile when I stack them
silently, after the sun went down
in her final colors

I smell tangerine
and lemon grass
in the diffuser
next to the sink

and Beethoven
hovers on apple music
between adagios
while I sway under
a cheap chandelier
I didn't pick
when we bought
this house

Hands are holding
dishes and dreams
while dancing
of better days
and cleaner
kitchens

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