Bath Time
Saturday night bath.
Mother dries hair with towel.
For mass on Sunday.
My head is bowed low.
Towel is as rough as strokes.
Better than hairdryer.
Childhood ritual.
Happy memories held dear.
Still wish you were here.
N/A for
for 'Senryu on Mother' Poetry Contest
posted 2/1/2020 12:00:00 Judged 1/8/2020 11:54:00 PM
Copyright © Jean Murray | Year Posted 2017
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