How many thoughts have been thought here
and never shared; just kept within.
How many silent tears have been cried here
as I washed and tried to forget.
How many smiles have been smiled here
heart aglow with laughter from loved ones and friends.
How many more dishes will be washed here
looking out at blue skies and sunsets.
All life’s pain and joy
at the kitchen sink.
Writing, learning and connecting with March prompt-a-day over at write alm; today’s is