A baby boy in a blue bucket squeals with delight. It’s a tubful of pure natural joy — a daily treat. He loves the water, and kicks his little feet in anticipation.
I can’t imagine anything more beautiful than the back of my baby’s neck, drops of water on his white curls.
Nothing Done
a prose poem in 50 words
Another day and nothing done. Dishes still piled in the sink. The broom waiting in the hall. Showers un-scrubbed. How long since I’ve washed the car? Pulled weeds? Ironed?
But this poem must be written! Another romantic story needs to be told! Memories recorded!
Adorable Water Baby and and a piece of everyday reality in Nothing Done. Most of my life in the last 4 years falls neatly under Nothing Done. Painful. And pithy reality.
Two very nice pieces that seem to fit together. Thank you for sharing, Sharron.
The baby story gave me the "feels" again.
Adorable Water Baby and and a piece of everyday reality in Nothing Done. Most of my life in the last 4 years falls neatly under Nothing Done. Painful. And pithy reality.