do you ever do what your mother says?


The Drain Board's Maternity Leave
The mother washed her dish, dried it and put it back in the cupboard.
The son clearly left his utensils in the sink.
The father left his scraps of food lying on the table.
The daughter put her dripping plate on the cloth above the wooden counter.
For some, the white, wire basket was needed now,
Others didn't care.
The dishwasher was full of clean dishes,
No one dared to put them away
And an unwelcome sign demonstrated the urgency.
The holder we has relied on, for the littlest of things, was gone.
For nearly three months now, when does it return?

Submitted: September 20, 2009

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