Becoming Clean
October 2015

“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.