Hot warm bubbles in a peach colored tub

Big enough to hold her dainty feet

Swallowing them up in a froth

Glistening with the sheen of iridescent 

The sunlight reflecting the light on the bubbles

The air perfumed with the sweet smell

Tangerine

Mamaw’s favorite body wash

Soaking her feet as my mom would sit

A soft, cotton towel in her lap

For drying

Only after washing mamaw’s feet

Ever so delicately

Yet with such care and intention

The warm water mixed with bubbly soap

Leaving mamaw’s crepe like skin

Even more soft

The blue of her veins softening

A lilac hue peeking through

The warm, reddened skin from the water

Pat dried feet then 

Covered in tangerine lotion

Her sweet, little feet

A sweet service of love and humility

Between two generations