By T.L. Thompson
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Dirty Dishes
One more chorus of “One, Two, Buckle My Shoe”
and your little face lights up the room,
a simple fix for such a complex heart.
Sticky fingers reach for mine, with demands
that must immediately be met:
chocolate milk, a rocking chair and me.
I push the hair from my face,
needing to load the dishwasher,
do the laundry, pay the bills.
As you wait, impatient, knowing there is nothing
more important than our togetherness,
and this brief moment in time.
Your wisdom astounds me.
The dishes can wait. |
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