- Vol. 05
Rest on my lap, Let me put your swollen feet into the water I poured from this flowered vase.
Let me cradle first one foot Then the other in my palm, Work out the dirt from between Your tiny toes.
Our heads together watch me Work. I feel the heat Of your head next to mine. It is quiet away from muffled
Noise of horses snuffle, Cart rattle on cobblestones in the street outside. Tomorrow you'll be back
to work for twelve hours in clatter and dust of the linen mill. Enjoy this quiet my little one.