Dish Washin’ Ballad

Dish Washin’ Ballad

When I’m feeling down and blue, can’t find a sunbeam peeking through,

And naught I see but gray and gloom, my thoughts return to a sunny room.

My mother’s kitchen is where I go to relive times I used to know,

When lots of loved ones gathered in; friends and family, kith and kin.

Mom’s kitchen was a crowded place, many people, not much space;

But we found room around the table to eat as much as we were able.

And then, of course, when we were through, there was another job to do.

We washed dishes at Mama’s sink which took more time than you would think

Because we laughed and teased a lot while washing plates and pans and pot.

My sisters, nieces, Mom and I; one would wash; the others, dry.

SDRandCo (83)Most gladly I’d perform that chore if I could see them all once more.

 

 

 

Comments

  1. I remember a particular dish-washing time when we laughed and laughed….and washed each dish more than once!

  2. Carolyn Bayley says

    Really sweet poem! Makes me recall the same kind of kitchen.

    • Thank you, Carolyn. Looking back on it, it was special. I guess because we were together and happy about it and chattering about this and that, there was a closeness. I’m grateful for those times.

  3. What precious times those were at Grandma’s house and at our house – even though when I washed and Marcia dried she always gave dishes back to me that she said weren’t clean! Made me so mad – of course this was on Sunday nights when I wanted to go watch The wonderful world of Disney! I have such warm, nostalgic memories of being in the kitchen cooking, eating, or cleaning with Mom. I miss her so much!

    • Would you believe people have told me I didn’t wash a dish well enough either? Made me mad too! I know you miss your mom. But, isn’t it great that you have such warm memories. And, Helen would be happy for those memories but she wouldn’t want you to be sad. I know–easier said than done!

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