Escape


Locked door, mirror frosts and flowers become dewy.

It is her occasion of hushed solitude.

The teachers, nurse, protector, cooks reprieve

I sit in the dark; horizontal on the hallway carpet

A streak of light and clouds escape the threshold

Her companion may be a book, scripture, tears or the silence

Demands of the family unit allow only moments to pass

She opens the door;

I perch on the stool and experience the balmy fragrant air

An aging towel surrounds,

She moistens a cotton ball,

Jean Nate is encapsulated in each drop of steam.

She nestles the cotton in her motherhood

It later provides, freshness

And perhaps a reminder of that moment of solitude

Ponds Cold Cream emolliates damp skin

Altruistic grooming, uncomplicated, brief and necessary.

Your escape takes care of you takes care of us

An Essay For My Mom On Mothers Day...

Escape


Locked door, mirror frosts and flowers become dewy.

It is her occasion of hushed solitude.

The teachers, nurse, protector, cooks reprieve

I sit in the dark; horizontal on the hallway carpet

A streak of light and clouds escape the threshold

Her companion may be a book, scripture, tears or the silence

Demands of the family unit allow only moments to pass

She opens the door;

I perch on the stool and experience the balmy fragrant air

An aging towel surrounds,

She moistens a cotton ball,

Jean Nate is encapsulated in each drop of steam.

She nestles the cotton in her motherhood

It later provides, freshness

And perhaps a reminder of that moment of solitude

Ponds Cold Cream emolliates damp skin

Altruistic grooming, uncomplicated, brief and necessary.

Your escape takes care of you takes care of us