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