Mary Cassatt, The Child’s Bath, c. 1880. Los Angeles County Museum of Art
My Valentine, Now by Joan Currie
Years now
from sleepless nights–
hands testing the warmth
of foreheads
and bath water,
kisses pressed
to crowns
after unsteady tumbles,
singing rhymes,
reciting ABCs,
pushing the swing
higher–higher–
and somehow,
by grace or miracle
they arrived at adulthood.
Even now,
my youngest daughter hands me a brush,
turns her back,
asks for a French braid,
a twist in her long chestnut hair–
as if I am still
the only one
who can do it just right.
Sometimes she asks me
to redo it.
Not because it is wrong.
But because she likes
the slow drawing of bristles,
the deep, patient strokes through
her thick hair,
the quiet nearness–
to have her hair brushed
by her mother
one more time.
Happy Valentines Day!
Satin & Sand 