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2 Bath Poems
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Dream Bath
Sitting quietly in a nice hot bath.
What could be much better than that?
Letting it take all the stresses away.
Especially after a long hard day.
Listening, as the water gently moves
Hearing its music, it's own special grove.
Thinking of nothing, sniffing the air,
Smelling the candle set up over there.
Slowly relaxing and laying way back.
Thinking, Oh boy, could go for a snack.
Reaching across to the strawberries I go,
Biting and savoring and eating real slow.
Enjoying it all, oh yes, I am keen
I could live like this, the life of a queen.
Real Bath
I sit in my bath, I hope to relax.
It sounds like the kids are using an ax.
One is screaming at the top of her lungs,
The other acts like; he's being hung.
The phone rings, "It's someone important!"
I pick it up and they're selling deodorant!
I wanted to listen to quiet waters lap,
Instead at the door I hear tap, tap, tap.
"Can I come in? I need to go pee."
I'm taking a bath. Oh why can't they see?
Lighting a candle, the wick it goes out.
I need to go see what the shouting's about.
I quickly get out and halfway dry off.
I wonder what happened to the towels that were soft.
I throw on my clothes, stub my toe and say ouch.
I go out and see my kids, sitting on the couch.
Not a word comes from them as they sit there.
They are listening and watching TV waves in the air.
What happened I think 'cause I hurried fast?
I sit down and say, "This too shall pass."
author: Joy Smith, 1998
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Family
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I read about family the other day,
How they should be there to stay.
Go with you through the bad and the good
Supportive and helpful, like they should.
But it is not like that most of the time.
They usually want everything, your last dime,
I have a new family and they are here
I keep them close and hold them dear.
When things go wrong I can call,
Someone will answer with their all.
That's what family means to me.
Here for you, they'll always be.
author: Joy Smith, 1998
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