This is inspired by a reconnection with on old friend from college....not really inspired by her, but by her poetry...enjoy...
Ashlyn's Bath
"Look Mommy, a water angel."
As she spreads her arms
and legs out as wide
as the tub will allow.
I drain the water
ready
for a quiet moment
at the end of a long day.
"Can I stay until the water
is gone? There's still LOTS of water."
"Yes," I tell her as I sit down
on the folded toilet seat
towel in hand.
This will be another few minutes.
"I will curl up to stay warm," she squeals
as she rolls into a
wet ball
arms and legs
drippy-clenched..
water slowly draining...
She hugs the tub floor
seeking warmth.
The water slips out slowly.
The tiny limbed ball
all bunched up in a corner of the tub
unfurls...
creeping toes,
feeling fingers,
reaching for the last bits of water
as it slurps out of the tub.
"I'm all soakened," she says,
Standing and reaching for her hooded duck towel
and a hug.
Love, love, love it ... you should write more ....
ReplyDeleteThis is so sweet Donna!
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