Magic Soap
My daughter, let’s wash hands
she squeals
I tell her that in grandma’s bathroom
magic soap exists that makes hands invisible
she laughs
together we wash the dirt from hands
and giggle as we hide them in our sleeves
My daughter, let’s go have dinner now
she squeals
Copyright © Grant Norwood | Year Posted 2017
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