An Ode to my Dishwasher
I wandered to the kitchen where I looked and looked and sought,
But, alas, I searched for naught. Not one clean dish was there! Not one!
No fairy came to clean the dishes while I lay cloaked in dream,
But the one who used the ONE LAST BOWL to eat chocolate ice cream!
So stoically I resigned to get a little dirty,
In soapy, steamy water, while my hair gets uber-frizzy,
When suddenly I saw it gleaming new and beautiful and white
Oh dishwasher, who promises to make my dishes clean and bright!
“Heaven, is it true,” I cried? “Have you come to rescue me?
From dishpan hands and drudgery,
A DISHWASHER, for me?!!?”
It stood silent, yet I knew its purpose quite delighful
Was to take the sticky filthy things and make them bright…ful.
And so with shaking hands at first I opened up the door
And peered inside to see, would this hold two, or three or four..
What! MORE! Yes, my heart danced with glee for this not only fit
A few bowls and plates, but this miracle would hold everything!
A sink full to an empty sink, I had after five minutes!
And there I stood, looking around to find what else to wash!
And so I danced, jumped up and down, feeding it soap, I turned the dial.
I went to do some OTHER things, my dishes washing ALL the while.
When ’twas done, oh HOW they shone! I called my husband to me,
Come quick and look, share the joy- it’s not MY job to empty. 🙂