Soaking and Drowning
I can always count on them
Always to be there
On them I can depend
A constant and a comfort
I know where they will be
Always right where I left them
Waiting patiently for me to arrive
Sitting quietly
They will never leave me
But I can leave them
And that I often do
Leaving them waiting
Just sitting there quietly
Helplessly
Patiently awaiting
Waiting for me to arrive
And give them attention
Returning to them
For I need them so
And they need me
They have to have me
The dishes that await me
Wash the dishes
They don’t do themselves
They don’t do anything
They sit and wait for me
Soaking slowly
Drowning me
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