•Water Baby •Nothing Done
Two new pieces of exactly 50-words
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Water Baby
a prose poem in 50 words
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.
Very sweet, Sharron. Loved both pieces. “Water Baby” is adorable and makes me think of my children/when we used to give them baths in the sink as newborns. They grow up too fast!
'A baby boy in a blue bucket'. Glorious!
Two lovely stories!
(In my life, guilt weighs too heavy on my pen to be able to lift it before I've done my chores!) LOL!