Two tiny hands
Suspended in water
Fan out like the wings of a bird
Gliding up and back down
To make
A splash!
And land
In the hands
Of her mother.
The daughter begs
For another chance
Just 5 more minutes to play
As she swings their arms back and forth
Soft skin
Soothes the angry rash
That covers Mother's hands.
Her palms are rough
Calloused from working
Day in
And day out.
But her touch, is gentle
Her love fills the rental flat with warmth
With just enough food and water
To keep each other
Together
Just them, soapy suds and bubbles
Giggles bouncing off the washroom walls
Hands intertwined
Daughter and mother
Mother and daughter
Together
They make a promise:
Two pinkies hug each other.
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