Sinkwater

Sometimes I wash my hair in the sink,
be grateful it’s the bathroom sink and not the kitchen.
That’s where mum washes her hair, in the kitchen sink.
An echo from childhood but she still does it.
I do it now, imagining her hands,
my hands,
washing my hair,
her hair.
I’m using shampoo,
she uses washing up liquid,
we can be grateful for that.