What am I to think when . . .
the meal is done
and my young son
leaves the table
returns with a stool
that he pushes up to the sink.
He then begins to take the dishes
over
and rinse them one by one.
Of course, I grab my camera
to document this moment.
It may never happen again,
an unsolicited act
so sweet and dear
to a mother's heart.
feed the dog,
which he had to be reminded of
else the dog go hungry.
Son earned a gold coin
for his attitude of helpfullness,
which he could use to buy back
a toy that had been taken away
if he so wished.
He instead wanted to buy back
something for sister.
Wow!

the barn and corn field
the house and smoke shed
Harlen Dean
My brother Daniel and great aunt Ada