Becoming Clean
    Footnotes

    “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.