Sometimes I Do My Dishes

Sometimes I do my dishes
The breakfast bowl and spoon
The salad plate, the silver fork
My healthy lunch at noon

The heavy iron skillet
That held my fried potatoes
The cutting board and paring knife
I used to slice tomatoes

The tea cup and its saucer
My favorite coffee mug
A tablespoon and measuring cup
My Mother's old milk jug

I know that, though they pile up
My dishes are a sign
How generous Mother Earth will be
Each and every time I dine

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Grateful to my Creator, Mother Earth, Those Who Work The Farms and Fields, Truck Drivers, Store Owners, Clerks, Those Who Prepare Our Food - and I'm thankful for those who gather with me in communion around the table, or on Neopoet where we nourish our poetry souls. May our Mother Earth hold us dear. L

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: United States

Favorite Poets: I tend to read Ted Kooser, Jim Harrison, Billy Collins, Paul Simon, Robert Frost. I like minimalist poetry, and poems reflecting on nature and Mother Earth.

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Comments

Candlewitch

7 months 1 week ago

Dear Lavender,

You are definitively a thankful, top class Lady! may all your days and nights be full of love.

much love, Cat

Lavender

7 months 1 week ago

Thank you, Cat!

Back atcha! It's the every day-ordinary things that give comfort.
Peace and love to you,
Lx

Rula

7 months 1 week ago

Grateful

I'm as well dear friend. You spoke in behalf of everyone who appreciates every little bit God is giving.
I know not many do, but the blessings are many and we mustn't deny.
You said it all and said it elegently!
Blessings
Thank you for sharing!

Lavender

7 months 1 week ago

Hello, Rula,

We sometimes forget the people who bring us our bounty, and the process from farm to table. I'm always grateful.
Thank you, my friend!
Lx

Leslie

7 months 1 week ago

Sometimes I do my dishes!

Graceful and grateful in all that you write. I love the elegant way that you put your feelings on paper. I love fried potatoes and all that you write. Such a classy person, I wish we could meet I would love to sit and talk about nature and your life. Thanks for writing this. It gave me warm feelings, like I was at home. John.

Lavender

7 months 1 week ago

Hello, John,

As I age, it seems I am much more in tune with my blessings - they are endless. Somehow the world is smaller, yet more vast at the same time. The hands that produce my food will never literally touch my own, but in reality, they kinda sorta do. We all share one planet, and I am grateful for all that I humbly receive.
Thank you for reading!
L

Triskelion

7 months 1 week ago

Hi Lavender

...this one has a Seuss-ish feel to it in its delivery. I always enjoy metre and rhyme in poetry and especially with a simple, meaningful message in tow! This one is a great example.
I like cooking and eating home cooked meals, but someone else is welcome to the cleanup, of course!

Thomas

Lavender

7 months 1 week ago

Hello, Thomas,

For the most part, I am a minimalist. As I've gotten older, it's been easier to pare down to the essentials. It makes me very aware of, and appreciate each and every material item. And in the case of dishes, I realize it means I am being blessed with a pretty wonderful bounty from Mother Earth. Hmm... just experienced another "Thanksgiving." Can you tell? :)
Thank you for reading!
L