Warm water fills
the tub like the sea
only with bubbles.
Two rubber ducks
make the journey
across the suds.
Splashes and giggles
even a bubble beard
are made during bath time.
Thirty minutes have passed
now her hands and feet
are wrinkled like a prune.
Time for bed.
Writing Natural 
Very sweet poem.
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Paulette Motzko
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Thank you so mucu
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You are so welcome. We need more sweetness in the world.
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This poem reminds me of my Mom, she is 81 years young and loves her bubble baths!
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This piece I wrote about my 6 year old niece. However, the more I read it I think about myself as a child taking baths in my grandmother’s tub.
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I have lovely memories of afternoon baths in my grandparents tub during summer holidays, a bar of Ivory soap takes me there in a nanosecond!
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It’s so odd how certain things can get you back to the past
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