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.




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Stephen Gospage

Sat 20th May 2023 21:48

A fascinating poem, Peter. Wash or dry, and should it matter?

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