Sitting on the sink with my mum
One by one we would wash and rinse dinner dishes
We had grilled out that summer and I was finally big
Enough to help mum
We splashed and laughed no dish towels
The dishes air dried from the summer breeze blowing
In the kitchen window overlooking the field of sunflowers

Thirty Five or so years later- I am standing in my kitchen
At my sink washing dishes –looking over at my mum
Frail and weak she can’t stand to wash them anymore-
The memories have faded to black- that my last memory
Of my mum was when I was a wee lass playing with
Soap bubbles-as she took care of me-now I am taking care
Of her and the dinner dishes

Ladyaslan©™