|Qualifying Widow(er) with dependent children|
I used our last bar of soap. The soap she liked and would buy on sale. I think about this as I hold the last dissolving sliver in my hand. Then it foams and disintegrates as it washes down the shower drain. For a moment I wonder, should I have kept it? I cry as hot shower water runs down over me.
Like soap bubbles we join together as foam then dissolve back into water.