Its strange the things you remember from your childhood. The other day I was doing dishes at work (yes I wash dishes) and this poem came to my head that I have probably read 100 times. In my grandmothers kitchen in Pittsburgh she had a wall thermometer plaque that she hung on the wall. To this day I still remember sitting in that small kitchen on a white stool having my morning shredded wheat and reading...
Thank God For Dirty Dishes
Author Unknown
Thank God for dirty dishes;
They have a tale to tell.
While others may go hungry,
We're eating very well
With home, health, and happiness,
I shouldn't want to fuss;
By the stack of evidence,
God's been very good to us.
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