Shine...
Surrounded by music -
lisped softly and sweet
and clicking and clinking
and scuffing from feet...
Sinking in present -
no thought of before -
just loving the brushing -
the washing and more...
Born recent - with beauty -
so youthful and fresh -
leans softly against me
and fixes the mess...
Hands smooth and massage
the tension away -
perfumed and pretty -
with rhythm and sway...
Glance in the mirror
at a face framed in shine -
it smiles in an instant -
each hair swinging in rhyme...
Joy Weare,
21st January, 2011.
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