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About This Poem
Bath Time
Bath Time
Every evening
around about five
I pinch my cellulose
to make sure I’m alive.
Long-ago-child
last rings in my tub
now soaps up her own kids,
rub a dub dub.
Towels at attention,
the bathroom is dry
if I need a re-run
my daughter’s near-by.
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
November 24, 2012
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