“Nothing like a hot bath
to ease the tension
and think about
what’s going to happen next.”
— Sarah McLachlan
FRENCH SOAP
Its yellow wrapper
speaks in a language
with which I struggle
but nonetheless
convinced me to buy
one sunny summer day
while touring abroad.
At home, this prize
is stored away—
a souvenir,
a capsule in time
of natural fragrance,
of simple comfort
held for that day
when pandemic
stress might
be eased
with the wash
of cleansing oils
of Scotch pine,
with the wild
and calming balm
of French
mountain
daisies.
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French Soap ~ Poem and photo by Mary O’Connor
© 2020
Oh, I so love this poem!!! I absolutely love soaps…just wonderful!!! You do ‘light up’ our lives! Thank you!
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You’re so welcome! Glad you enjoyed it!
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