Dishes in our house abound;
From days of yore until today,
An assortment will be found,
In various display.
China -cupboards over flow,
Kitchen shelves we fill.
Saucers in a greenhouse
Or on the window sill.
We have Mikasa from Japan
For all those special days;
Like Christmas and Thanksgiving,
And PFALTZGRAFF everyday.
William Sonoma's blue on white,
Fleur de lis is currently where it's at.
Imported wine pichers are used
When friends stop by to chat.
You might say my wife's a dish
Collector/magpie and all-
We never eat off blue willow,
It just hangs there on the wall.

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A nice poem Rel!
ReplyDeleterel, this is nicely done!! i love the poetry and that you've included so many different types of dishes as well-that was a very cool touch! couldn't help but love the one line about your wife being a dish...that could get you some an extra smoochie ;)
ReplyDeleteYour wife is a woman after my own heart.
ReplyDeletegood to see poetry
ReplyDeleteand your wife a dish!
good for you
good for her!
Wonderful - homey sounds and images - warm and delightful!
ReplyDeleteLove the rhyme and the overall flow to this piece, you really captures the essence of the current state of Blue Willow hanging on the wall and a favorite piece not to be used but admired and appreciated. Good magpieing . . .Rel
ReplyDeleteJoanny
dishes aplenty! nicely done! smiles to the wife. great magpie!
ReplyDeleteplayful and fun!
ReplyDeleteDear Rel: No matter how many fine plates one may own there is alway one special "dish". How romantic and sweet is that! Lucky gal!
ReplyDeleteWell .... this is just wonderful.
ReplyDeleteI have a special dish too ... and I've had it since I was a girl. It rests in the china cabinet that sat in our kitchen in 1945.
sounds like a lot of dishes! Very fun poem, great Magpie.
ReplyDeleteI like your priorities! Great...
ReplyDeleteYour dish is beautiful. I'm a fan of Fiesta Ware myself.
ReplyDeleteMy mother loves dishes, too. The restaurant-supply district of Tokyo was a tempting destination that we could not leave empty-handed. Now I have just bought my first set of stoneware, and already the cupboards have not room enough to receive it!
ReplyDeleteWe have a few dishes too - and a willow pattern plate that stands on the shelf.
ReplyDeleteI love the way this poem ends! Perfect.
This has given me an idea to write a cutlery poem too!