A free verse poetry, “Bitter-cold Baths.”
It’s amazing how life can be of extremes, on the one hand, some have it simple. On the other extreme, such as myself growing up, life was one challenge after another. My parents took everything in stride and made the best of it. In turn, I’ve learned to do the same, each and every challenge a learning lesson. Giving strength to my core of being. Sharing a free verse poetry and digital art piece of appreciation of life.
Cold, frigid water has no heart.
An old aluminum horse trough either.
Old man Winter laughed.
When he sneezed, flurries chased each other.
I, at seven, remember baths in aluminum.
Mother, pouring heated hot water.
My teeth made music.
Chatter. Chatter. Chatter.
The water went from cold to warm.
Then warm to cold within minutes.
I bathe quickly.
Jumping out-embraced by a scruffy towel.
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