Drying Dishes

Dan asks to dry the dishes,

at least six times a year,

and so his mother lets him,

despite apparent fear.

With care he stands there drying;

the dear boy will not stop,

and then it finally happens —

some dishes he will drop.

“I’m sorry,” he will stammer.

“How it happened, I can’t guess.

I want to help with dishes,

and not just cause you stress.”

His mom replies, “You play now.

You are too young to dry.

Don’t worry, Son, it’s all right now —

at least you want to try.”

And so the boy then plays outside,

upon the grass so green.

His little plan has worked for years,

for now he is thirteen.

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