What I ask is such a simple thing
though it causes her such woe.
Tears fill her solemn brown eyes
and she pouts her lip just so.
She lets loose and angry sigh
then turns her gaze away.
I can see that she's thinking fast
for any excuse to delay.
But after all I am her mother
and I can't help but laugh,
as she says in her angel's voice,
"But I don't want to take a bath".
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