Raspberry bubbles
That sparkle and sizzle,
Circles of soap
That drift up and fizzle!
The scent of fruit
Ripe on the breast,
I lather and linger
And soak up some rest!
Adrift in a tide
That cuddles and cures,
The skin becomes soft,
And the heart rises pure!
I wiggle my toes
And stretch my arms,
Bouncing on waves
That soothe and calm!
The tap gushes fast
And splashes so sweet,
I close my eyes
And remember my feet!
The silence of bubbles
Is hypnotic and free;
This is an ocean
That belongs to me!
So tend to the door,
And answer the phone,
While Mommy enjoys
Her bath alone!
(c)2001 Anastasia Clark
