Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Momom
She stands alone at the sink, up to her elbows in frothy water, washing her lone plate. She didn't always have just one dish to wash. Just a few years ago she had two. As she thinks of him, she begins to cry. She wipes away the tears with her wrinkled, well worn hand as she wonders, "Why?" He was her best friend, she misses him more than anyone will ever know. She believes that she will see him again some day, but now, she longs for his embrace. She is 88. They were married in 44, it would have been their 67th anniversary in July. He was always so caring, so good with their children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren. She misses him, but it hurts to remember. She steps back to the sink, reaches through the suds, and resumes cleaning her one plate from supper.
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I love this piece. You expressed grief with her actions more than her words. I really liked how the woman was washing the dishes while reminiscing of her past and missing him.
ReplyDeleteI really like how you talked about her life through the washing of the dish.
ReplyDeleteFirst of all I love how you didnt write in a "poem format." I enjoyed just reading without the sentences stoping and starting again. Secondly, I adore (just like julie.elizabeth stated) how you talked about her life while she was washing her dish. That was one of the most intresting pieces I've read that I just cannot believe the creativity within it!
ReplyDeleteI really like this poem. It is very sad but i enjoyed how you used the dish she was cleaning to explain that she was missing her husband. Great piece! And its good to see you're branching out into prose pieces too. :)
ReplyDeleteThis is soo cute! i loved how you used the numbers to make it come alive :) well done!
ReplyDeletesorry it says anon , it's delaney !
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