Poetry

Bath Time

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.

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