The shower washed away
The sweat and strain
After I had my arms elbow-deep
In dirty dishes that made
The sink disappear.
You had cut the work in half and
It was my turn to tackle the chore.
This year was a hard one
And it's funny
That now that it's almost over,
It seems like our torments
That kept us from getting things
Like dishes done for weeks at a time,
Are ending as well.
Thankfully,
The dishes are finally placed
On the drying rack
And the leftover pieces of what
Plagued us this coarse year
May have been swallowed
Down the drain with the grime.