POETRY - The Bath:Athens, GreeceThe Bath (Athens, Greece)
My daughter sits on the edge of a deep narrow tub and washes my back.
I close my eyes and smile as she says, Now, we'll wash your hair.
I hold it in my hand, a fountain flowing between my legs.
She smoothes shampoo through my hair and says, I want to go back to the island.
Her trousers are rolled above the knees, her white cotton blouse splashed transparent.
And the water– Oh how we wish to live near the blue blue–
Water streams through my hair over forehead, nose, lips and breasts.
Sweet sweet-smelling. And my daughter like the dolphins
who guard the harbor off the island of snow white houses, lifts her head and sings.
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"By the time the wise woman has crossed the bridge the crazy woman has crossed the water."
published by
Wild River Books
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Comments
Don't we love the memories of our little children.?
This is so, so sweet.
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