He named it Wilson.
Or he just called it by the name tattooed on its body.
Well, I found my ' Wilson' while in the shower the other day.
My daughter had brought her over.
She's a razor.
She is pink.
Her name is Schick, (pronounced ~ Sheeck~) (with whatever exotic accent you want to add.)
She has a sleek body,
And she's one of the Quattros.
(They are a well known family in the mans world of grooming.)
I looked up,
And there she was.
Just smiling at me!
"I like her because she smiles at me and means it." ~Anonymous
Like Tom and Wilson, we have close and heart-felt conversations.
She brings closeness, I bring the body and soul.
We talk about things like oatmeal.
Not referring to what I had for breakfast,
But to describe body parts.
We talk about all I have to do for the day,
And how sometimes I'm not sure I will be able to do it all.
We talk about the things I am avoiding.
I change the subject and ask her if she's feeling a little dull and wants a replacement.
(I ask her if she's ever gone to Denial.)
And then there are times when we don't talk at all.
I know she is there and available if needed,
But she never pressures.
She always lets me initiate the conversations.
I like this new acquaintance.
Therapy in the shower.
I can say this,
She is razor sharp!
"Someone to tell it to is one of the fundamental needs of human beings." ~Miles Franklin
P.S. My daughter was disturbed by this discovery.
She said I have way too much time on my hands!?
(But I would bet, that she can't take a shower now without seeing that smile!)