I take the dirty, rogue dishes, And dip them under the water, cleansing them. I find it gratifying to put them in the drainer, Forcing them to line up into conformity. I wonder... If the local church folk Wish they could do the same things to me.
Some probably wish they could do that to themselves, too -- for real -- dip their soul in suds and come out gleaming, squeaky clean.
I love the way you write. If I had a book of your writing these small stones, I'd pick up that book and read several times a day, dipping into the book like it was Valentine candy.
Some probably wish they could do that to themselves, too -- for real -- dip their soul in suds and come out gleaming, squeaky clean.
ReplyDeleteI love the way you write. If I had a book of your writing these small stones, I'd pick up that book and read several times a day, dipping into the book like it was Valentine candy.
You bet your ceramic bowls they would!
ReplyDeleteAw thank you, Granny K :-)
ReplyDelete@J...LOL! No doubt!