Stretching over the sink he shaves

Just like his dad / Barbasol and all.

Standing on tiptoes he pats on

a face full of shaving cream.

His plastic pretend razor slides easily

making wide snowplow tracks.

Rinsing off the excess he continues

until his face is shiny clean.

Wiping his face with the towel

he smiles feeling like a real man.

Little brother watches carefully

and copies the same motions;

rinsing his razor in the same sink.

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d/Verse, Grace asked us to consider the significance of setting in our poems. We are to write a poem that definitely gives the reader a sense of the poem’s setting. This is one of my favorite photos of my two boys many years ago. I found a child’s shaving kit at the Dollar Store and he loved it.

Join us at: then click on the Mr. Linkey box and read some other poems.

90 thoughts on “Shaving

  1. What a lovely gift you gave him…. And the gift he gave back with the sweetness of the photo and the cherished memory… We don’t always realize at the time how precious a moment is. Your post made me smile with memories of some of my own sweet moments. Thank you.

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  2. Dwight, this is just adorable and so loving. The young bud of a man doing his best to be like his Dad. So much love between them. Memories to treasure.
    I used to watch my father shaving at weekends and wait for the end when he slapped aftershave on his face and came after me to give me a hug. Smelling of aftershave. ❤️.
    Memories are treasures.


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  3. Nicely recounted, Dwight. Even though I still trim around its edges, I’ve been fully hairy-faced for (slightly more than) the past half-century, but I can still recall the act, can even still recall watching my (now long-dead) father shave. He always sang “‘oh, Susannah” while he did it; don’t ask me why.
    Nice work, Brother.

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  4. I love this poem and this story.
    My dad’s cousin (female) has a story like this about watching her dad shave when she was a young girl. There is some mesmerizing about it, in a way. She then asked when she would get to shave. My grandfather, flustered and unable to think of how to answer, told her to eat her vegetables

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  5. OMG, so many wonderful comments. I don’t recognize more than half of these folks. You must belong to more than one poetry group. I actually started shaving when I was 13; never passed a clean shave inspection in boot camp.

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  7. Sweet photo! Beautiful memory-filled poem! Great gift from dad to son! 🙂
    Even tho’ I was a girl, I was fascinated to watch my daddy shave. He used a ceramic mug that had a wonderful smelling cake of soap in it…Old Spice…and he’d let me put in some water and swish the brush around and make the thick suds/shaving cream for his face. 🙂
    (((HUGS))) 🙂

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