(Mama) will you wash my face

As we close the house down for the night
As we both do our parts to move to rest

She comes to me and asks
Will you wash my face

No longer do I bend down
She stands an equal now

I soak the cloth with warm water
Wring it just so, for her

One hand gently pulls back her hair
The other moves the cloth, moves love

For I have owned what was once absent
Care for her being but not her heart

Now when she sees I seek alone
She comes to me, she asks

(Mama) will you wash my face

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