To bathe

We play the child’s
play
of mud and swings, it
creeps upon us,
it provokes my sister 
and me
to prick the sides of 
cleanliness
our hands and knees,
our clothes
are of earth colors,
we care not, yet seek
to try
and 
hide them from mother’s
view…
i sit now in copper 
cauldron
to soap and warm
water,
it is their finest
hour
i hear mother boiling
more water,
’tis your turn, dear
sister.

 

Copyright © 03/31/2014 Ð Ṝ Ƣ Ñeedle & Ŧhread®

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2 comments on “To bathe

  1. Lance this is real to the voice it’s spoken in – I love the beautiful images capturing every line – I just plain love it!

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