At My Kitchen Sink

I love to wash my dishes,
Many think I'm strange;
Out of my kitchen window,
I have seen many seasons change.

I have watched the springtime flowers,
And my children bloom.
I have seen many rainy days,
And all phases of the moon.

I have seen my husband working,
And witnessed my garden grow;
I have observed my precious children,
Play in fresh new fallen snow.

In the quiet of my kitchen,
I have pondered many things;
I have given thanks to God,
For the blessings that He brings.

I have wallowed in my pity,
I have even cried some tears;
From my kitchen sink I give to God,
My hopes, my dreams, my fears.

You may conceive me as peculiar,
It doesn't matter what you think;
My time to be with my God,
Is when I'm at my kitchen sink.

This poem won second place for the January 2008 poetry contest