There are some scripts we women have throughout our lives,

The ones our mothers gave us as they brought us up,

“Cleanliness

My love for you was pure the kind of love that one

should be lucky enough to feel in their lifetime.

I cared for you each

Soap bubbles cling to my elbows, giving up, i can't get it clean

I feel the happy wet kiss of my son, and it leaves a sticky

I wonder, would it matter much
If I cleaned up my act?
That's quite a strange expression
When performance hides the facts.

Scrubbed scoured polished shined

clean without dirty inside

Perfect to the naked eye

no one can tell it's all a lie

Cleverly