Washing dishes is a brave deed,
As brave as climbing Mount Everest,
For the one who stays at home, quietly brave,
And washes dishes every day,
Mindfully aware of each dish she soaps,
Of each dish she rinses,
Of each dish she dries on the cloth,
Of the wonderful motion of her hands,
The motion that created computer science,
The motion that sent man on the moon,
The motion without which bioengineering could not be,
The motion that advances humanity a little more each day,
The motion that nourishes and sustains,
The motion that is as brave as climbing Mount Everest,
As great as running a company,
As wonderful as dancing ballet,
And a little more important than them all.
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boy with a hat 
Not a chance in hell but I did enjoy your post
I find washing dishes to be relaxing. 🙂
It is. 🙂
I am forever washing dishes.
Yes, a little bit of each. What a great way to present a politico/idealogical point!
Is Skyvington really your family name? Sounds great to me. 😛
I wash dishes. My level of enjoyment in washing dishes? Well, that tends to depend on who I’m washing them for.
Good point!
I’ve never known an appreciation of washing dishes such as this! This awesome appreciation that you have monumentalized here reminds me of the tawdry attempt in my first short novel in 1973. Which I must share now. If anybody appreciates my own appreciation of dish washing, I think it could very well be you, Mr. Mars. Thank you, if you choose to do so, for indulging:
https://ghostowncalledlove.wordpress.com/2015/12/28/tulip-ii-2
yours truly
Rawclyde
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I find washing dishes to be relaxing. 🙂