The Profoundness Of Dishes MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   I used to wash the dishes

With my father at my side,

The radio humming in the background

While the faucet softly sighed.

The soapsuds would splish and splash,

Softly floating around

This connection between us

Had just recently been found.

We would chat a bit about

Our sometimes exciting day.

These are the memories

that will never fade away

That was all long ago

When I was very small.

That was before the dishwasher

Came and ruined it all.

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