Bath time – 6 March 2015
The evening bath is piping hot
A kettle to the bathroom brought
Scalding water splashed end to end
White clouds of steam aloft ascend
Into this fragrant tub I slide
Beneath the bubbles, safe inside
There, with a book, I slowly stew
And quietly read a page or two
Sometimes the book is laid aside
My eyes no longer open wide
The daily cares vanish from sight
My head slips back, gives up the fight
And there for blissful moments doze
Oblivious of wrinkled toes
And slowly wake and realise
I accidently closed my eyes
With water warm, no longer hot
And bubbles now quite hard to spot
The plug is pulled. It’s time for bed.
Snug ‘neath the quilt, I rest my head.
A Few Ramblings... 