Mothers are not slaves to the dish water.
They actually need to be needed like crusty dishes.

I come home to no mother
but find Pickle the cat in my ajar underwear drawer.

She startles me.
I startle her.

Mom will be back soon.
Pickle comes back to kneed my lap with extended claws.

I read this aloud to Mom, and she really liked it. :-)
Comment by Anna Thu Oct 10 14:10:18 2013