'Grandma's Claw Legged Tub' Poem by Linda Winchell

I remember when I was just a little girl
Skinny, with skin seemingly stretched over my bony frame.
While soaking in the tub, taking my evening bath.
Soaping up, getting ready to take a short but memorable ride.
Sliding down the back of my Grandmother’s, ”Claw Legged Porcelain tub.”

Perching my bony backside up to the rim
With anticipation of the journey ahead.
Grandmother now calling to me,
“I hope you’re not making a mess of my bathroom! ”

Floor and throw rug now drenched
Grabbing towels to soak up my mess.
Every minute thinking, “What a wonderful ride that was! ”
If only for a brief moment in my small childhood existence.
All well worth the scolding I was in store of receiving.

I miss that old, 'Claw Legged Tub.'

By: Linda Winchell
Copyright”: 2009