• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 07
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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.