Bath Time

A hand from heaven

Swoops down and grabs for toys

In the toddler’s bathtub

And then a sound too small for baby’s ears

Says in a pleading whisper

I am sinking on my ship.

A cry from the little toy soldier

On his little toy boat;

The best model available
In his plastic world

And with one last push of the hand

He embraces the water

But it’s the bubbles

That bring out his mortality.