Sunday, 25 October 2009

Bath time

Rattling in his bath, I hear my son chortle.

Squeals and giggles rarely

abound some days … (hear how my mind hurtles

to scarcity, stops me squarely)


but all sounds diminish and even his warm bath

is like a star, a splash,

exuberance, chuckle: he’s certainly having a laugh

before a full stop - then a dash.

4 comments:

  1. A fun poem..brings me back to my own childhood..well done:)

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  2. Rattling in his bath...like that one. Exuberance, I posted a quote about exuberance...it's life abundant, the full expression of being, overflowing with vitality. Nice one

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  3. Nicely depicted these evocative moments! I've also enjoyed the musicality of this thread and your meaningful play with marks of punctuation like full stop and dash.

    Maria

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