Open Poetry #28 |
Baths in the Sink |
Minister Joe Member
since 2003-02-22
Posts 78TX, USA |
Baths in the sink, no soap in your eyes, your baby boy brilliance is that smile with tiny throaty giggles like an old man, with a dirty joke to tell. The kitchen window sun, makes soap slick skin shine, and you’re a playful eel squirming for me to pick you up. I cannot resist your heart tug, to my sleeve, and I press you to my chest. The plastic blinds throw an amber glow over us, and your blonde tufts dry plastered to your head. My shirt is bunched up in your fists, and no chills will ever set on your skin. Never in the nest of your father's arms. It's been six months since you arrived, I was so scared, and I still am. This thin-walled apartment is not a house, a concrete balcony is not a green yard. But my arms are always here; your baby’s breath tickles my neck and smells of suds and sunshine. You're eleven now, and the sink is empty. Give what you can. MinisterJoe.com - Where Writers Work [This message has been edited by Minister Joe (08-18-2003 01:35 PM).] |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Minister Joe A father's love lasts past the sink, I think. Such a poignant tenderness in this poem, and a whisp of sadness at the swift movement of time, perhaps? |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
you are fast becoming one of my favorite poets you write so real I am enjoying it…helen |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Oh yes... you tugged the heartstrings with this one. I made do without a few things so I could stay home with my babies, and I have not a single regret when it comes to that decision. I didn't miss a thing...that was magictime! Beautiful write here, and I thank you. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
This delightful write tickled me pink! They grow up so fast don't they! Brought back warm bathtime memories with my two daughters... Touching nostalgic twist at the end Linda |
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