My cold hands warmed again each time
All filled with suds of sweet soap puffs
The water still removes the grime
This baptism swirls, new life rebuffs
Each plate a chance to praise for meat
Each fork a chance to thank for souls
Each pile a story of meals sweet
Around a table full of goals
While sharing thoughts and all our wishes
Oh, how I love a sink of dishes!
Looking for lines in pleasant places... 