<\/a>Sitting on the sink with my mum
\nOne by one we would wash and rinse dinner dishes
\nWe had grilled out that summer and I was finally big
\nEnough to help mum
\nWe splashed and laughed no dish towels
\nThe dishes air dried from the summer breeze blowing
\nIn the kitchen window overlooking the field of sunflowers<\/p>\nThirty Five or so years later- I am standing in my kitchen
\nAt my sink washing dishes \u2013looking over at my mum
\nFrail and weak she can\u2019t stand to wash them anymore-
\nThe memories have faded to black- that my last memory
\nOf my mum was when I was a wee lass playing with
\nSoap bubbles-as she took care of me-now I am taking care
\nOf her and the dinner dishes<\/p>\n
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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 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1161,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n
Summer Dishes - Washing Dishes<\/title>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\n\n\n\t\n\t\n\t\n