John W. McEwers

Veteran Poet - 1,178 Points (6/20/1980 / Nova Scotia, Halifax)

The Bathtub Song - Poem by John W. McEwers

O Bathtub!
I love your warm embrace
You are like a womb
but full of soapy bubbles.

At the end of a long, hard day
I come into you,
you soapy womb,
and sigh like the world is coming to a quiet end.

And when I must leave you,
When my large fingers
have turned into crinkled craisins,
I dry off
with a towel
rougher than you
would ever dream to be.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 13, 2010



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