Bath Time
Three year old
in a tub
six times his size
splashes and squirms
until the water
storms around him
and he sits,
giggling,
in his own disaster.
As we grow up
we find ways
to do the same –
create the storm
just to sit through it,
laughing
at our own chaos.
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I love the direction this poem goes! The mischievous glee! So relatable. I also love your line breaks!
water storms around him—terrific image.
Love the lighthearted playful childlike tone.