After dinner I was rinsing dishes with my wife there by my side

When it brought back memories that were left like most others  of a different time

The memories of which I’m speaking have been lost by families somewhere along the way

Which like so many other family values no longer exist sad to say

They were the times when meals were at the supper table and grace was said first thing

Yes we were all together at the same time whether in the winter, summer maybe fall or even  spring

Once the meal was finished the dishes they all had to be done

And the dish washers were us kids each and every one

Made no difference to our Mom if you were a young girl or a older boy

The dish cloth and drying towel were for the next little while became your precious toy

We would laugh at each and Pop the other from behind with a wet rolled up towel

Then we would chase each other around the table letting out a boystous howl

Mom would come in the kitchen to the rescue and get us back on track

But as soon as she was out of the kitchen the shenanigans  would suddenly come back.

At the time I never thought I would miss that time in my growing life

But it sure makes me smile and chuckle now remembering the fun we had washing those plates, forks and knives

From My World to Yours,
Bob Baker