Poetry: Amy Fleury

AmyFleuryAblution by Amy Fleury

Because one must be naked to get clean,
my dad shrugs out of his pajama shirt,
steps from his boxers and into the tub
as I brace him, whose long illness
has made him shed modesty too.
Seated on the plastic bench, he holds
the soap like a caught fish in his lap,
waiting for me to test the water’s heat
on my wrist before turning the nozzle
toward his pale skin. He leans over
to be doused, then hands me the soap
so I might scrub his shoulders and neck,
suds sluicing from spine to buttock cleft.
Like a child he wants a washcloth
to cover his eyes while I lather
a palmful of pearlescent shampoo
into his craniotomy-scarred scalp
and then rinse clear whatever soft hair
is left. Our voices echo in the spray
and steam of this room where once,
long ago, he knelt at the tub’s edge
to pour cups of bathwater over my head.
He reminds me to wash behind his ears,
and when he judges himself to be clean,
I turn off the tap. He grips the safety bar,
steadies himself, and stands. Turning to me,
his body is dripping and frail and pink.
And although I am nearly forty,
he has this one last thing to teach me.
I hold open the towel to receive him.


See more excellent poems in Sabio’s Poetry Anthology

About the Amy Fleury

  • Poetry Foundation (source)
  • Amy Fleury is a native of Nemaha County in rural northeast Kansas, and graduated from Nemaha Valley High School. She earned her bachelor’s degree and her M.A. from Kansas State University, Manhattan, and her M.F.A. from McNeese State University. (Washburn University site about Amy)

My Impressions:

  • “Poems” take many forms, as do life lessons and momentary pleasures.


Filed under Philosophy & Religion

3 responses to “Poetry: Amy Fleury

  1. To me, poems also reveal something about him who chooses to display them in his blog. In this case, reading the poem, I’m also reading one of the characteristics of him who selected it: empathy.

  2. katerina Dimou

    This poem made me cry reminding me of my dad.

  3. @ Takis,
    I think your right, Takis. Or, it is me wishing I was more empathetic! 🙂

    @ katerina,
    Ahhh, sorry.

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