Shirley's Dishes
Shirley's Dishes
She often found herself washing up
at one in the morning, for she'd never
allow her guests to help, though did
once let me dry, when he had to go
to a meeting, for that couldn't be left
till next day either. I wish now I'd
bought her that tea towel for her birthday
and not the butterfly scarf I decided on
instead. I'm told her last words were
I must go and wash the dishes as she
forced a smile, but meant it's time to go.
Time for her or time for them? Both.
Stephen Gospage
Sat 20th May 2023 21:48
A fascinating poem, Peter. Wash or dry, and should it matter?