We joined our households in matrimony. Dishes my obsession. Pastel. Floral-edged. His plain.
Mine glowed at candlelit dinners. His were the staple of our rushed workday breakfasts.
Washing up we shared until he let a plate slip. Its rose petals shattered. Anger fired words never imagined I’d say. Resonating with insomnia in our nighttime bed.
One broke. Another. More. The tremors continued.
He watched from a kitchen chair as I filled the sink with water, added soap.
His dishes. No longer plain. They spoke of a new understanding. Enduring love.
Dishes I would wash.
Dishes illness prevented him from holding.
Mine glowed at candlelit dinners. His were the staple of our rushed workday breakfasts.
Washing up we shared until he let a plate slip. Its rose petals shattered. Anger fired words never imagined I’d say. Resonating with insomnia in our nighttime bed.
One broke. Another. More. The tremors continued.
He watched from a kitchen chair as I filled the sink with water, added soap.
His dishes. No longer plain. They spoke of a new understanding. Enduring love.
Dishes I would wash.
Dishes illness prevented him from holding.
