Dozing in the cooling
bath, I feel your
hands on my arm…
Then gently finger
combing my damp
tangled curls

You wake me with a
Cinderella kiss and say,
“Move up darling,”
“I want to wash
your hair.”

Copyright © 2015 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

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