- Vol. 05
Clean Hands and Clean Feet
In the evening regimen splash and sparkle of water, our reflections merge as one.
But her face is not mine, she is not my daughter: I am a just a nursemaid.
The twinkles in her eyes and innocent laughter do not belong to me.
Yet my dutiful devotion and my heart belong to her; they will endure for life
though I may never be her mother or his wife.