Washing dishes

by Paganini Jones

The water on your hands
like the promise of paper plates
at an Easter party;
or the dancing feet
of welcome
somewhere between doorbell's chime
and open hallway;
like the heartug
of daffodils and pussy willow
wrapped in damp paper
and clutched close
in a toddler's fist.


Author's Note: It was the response to this poem (written for an online friend home from hospital) that brought me back to Pathetic

Posted on 05/23/2004
Copyright © 2020 Paganini Jones

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/27/04 at 04:43 PM

I really like how this poem flows from one image to another, perhaps could even be continued at a later date?! :o)

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