Here’s a poem by Susan Meyers, of South Carolina, about the most ordinary of activities, washing the dishes, but in this instance remembering this ordinary routine provides an opportunity for speculation about the private pleasures of a lost parent.
Mother, Washing Dishes
She rarely made us do it-
Mother, Washing Dishes by Susan Meyers : American Life in Poetry #267 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate
written byTed Kooser
© Ted Kooser