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
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