He wants them scrubbed
and chipped of color
until they are dry and cracking
ready for the next gorge
she wants them shiny and old
with stains of color matching
their shape
a piece of art, not an item
I am more than just your glass!
I was there when you got married
I held her ring for you!
Don’t throw me in the trash!
Shine me until i’m new
I’m waiting in your cuboard
To serve my purpose
Come find me again!
And don’t stack up the sink
The dishwasher is hungry
Caeli's Words 
a mix of perspectives – well done
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I love how the first two stanzas contrast what he and she are both looking for in the dishes. Chipped dishes could be considered art. 🙂
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