Becoming Clean

    “Becoming Clean,” Ensign, October 2015, 41

    Becoming Clean

    The author lives in Texas, USA

    poem about becoming clean

    Soiled hands. Clinging grime and

    dirt embedded beneath my nails.

    I turn on the faucet, reach for soap,

    and scrub, and scrub.

    Frothy suds drip.

    I rinse, lather again.

    With a small brush I cleanse

    the muck beneath my nails

    until the water runs clear,

    down, down the drain.

    How good it feels

    to be clean.