Bath Time

Saturday night bath.
  Mother dries hair with towel.
      For mass on Sunday.

My head is bowed low.
  Towel is as rough as strokes.
     Better than hairdryer.

Childhood ritual.
    Happy memories held dear.
       Still wish you were here.



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for 'Senryu on Mother' Poetry Contest
posted 2/1/2020 12:00:00 Judged 1/8/2020 11:54:00 PM
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Andresen Avatar
June 27, 2017 at 1:26 PM
- Nice memories ... always my sister and me bathed together ... remember the soap that burned in the eyes ... no gentle or ph- friendly soap that time :) - It was always my mother who bathed us - Heated the towels on the fireplace :) - Lovely poem, Jean :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
Murray Avatar
June 27, 2017 at 1:51 PM
Thank you for sharing those memories Anne-Lise. I have a photo of us four girls in the bath together. My older sister and I were first then the younger two followed in after us. For some reason it refuses to copy and paste.
James Avatar
June 26, 2017 at 12:21 AM
Sjo.. miss my dad too, thanks for the memory!
Murray Avatar
June 26, 2017 at 1:18 AM
Always a pleasure to please you James.
Allison Avatar
June 25, 2017 at 4:12 PM
Great memories Jean:-) hugs Jan xx
Murray Avatar
June 25, 2017 at 4:19 PM
Hi Jan. It just came to me as I was towel drying my hair last night. It's strange how things can take you back.
Turner Avatar
June 25, 2017 at 8:43 AM
When I was little, I always had to bathe with my brother. It was more like playtime than bath time:) Thank you for the memories, Jean:)
Murray Avatar
June 25, 2017 at 4:17 PM
I have been trying (without success) to upload a photo of FOUR of us sisters in the bath together Daniel.
Vaso Avatar
June 24, 2017 at 11:15 PM
I concur, even I thought this might have been on another topic!!! :)
Murray Avatar
June 25, 2017 at 1:24 AM
I may have been naughty in a previous life Arthur, but I am now resigned to being a member of the silver set.
Smith Avatar
June 24, 2017 at 7:49 PM
Wonderful memories Jean
Murray Avatar
June 25, 2017 at 1:21 AM
Morning Tim. Nice to see you.
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