Bath Time
Bath Time
Every evening
around about five
I pinch my cellulose
to make sure I’m alive.
Long-ago-child
last rings in my tub
now soaps up her own kids,
rub a dub dub.
Towels at attention,
the bathroom is dry
if I need a re-run
my daughter’s near-by.
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
November 24, 2012
Copyright © Kathryn Collins | Year Posted 2012
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment