I really did come up with some of this while I was washing dishes. It's dedicated to all my family and friends and any miscellaneous readers who might show up! (And yes, I realize that the last stanza doesn't flow right, but I wanted to get it out there in time for folks to read it today, and the sentiment is there. I'll work on the meter some other time.)
Washing Wishes
By Batsheva 12/31/09
Washing dishes
Making wishes
What will the new year bring?
New laughs
New lives
New husbands and wives
Some brand new songs to sing
Standing at the sink
Always gives me time to think
Up to elbows in the warm
Wet soapy suds
As each tiny bubble pops
My mind just skips and hops
Through the moments
Of the passing year that was
And whether joy or troubles
Each fades and pops just like
These bubbles
Guess that's why the year
Has disappeared so fast
If I'd paid some more attention
Well, I shouldn't have to mention
I could've held the moments
Made them last
Of course that only goes
For the happy times
Not woes
I would gladly let those slide
Right down the drain
We all do have that choice
Release sorrow and rejoice
Then hold onto the pleasures
Not the pain
Washing dishes
Making wishes
If my wishes do come true
This year'll bring joy, love, and peace
Good health; prosperity too
And it all will arrive wrapped
In moments
You'll be able to hold onto
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But you can't really hold on to moments, not for long. I guess I'm more present-minded. I really like this one.
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