I flush my bowl
I wash my face
And look at the eyes of a happy man.
I clean myself
And brush my teeth
And look at the face of content.
I half control these voluntary smiles
And the light in the corner of my eyes
I hardly command these lips to sing
And the gestures of faith and mental stings
Because YOU run my show…
I am a tough act to follow.
~ Clementine 9/10/2008