THE NEW RUBBER DUCKY
On call companion
Set adrift on sweet bubbles
Amidst childish dreams.
by Gwennon
July 25, 2023, 12:15 pm
for Lizzie
This, strangely, was the second poem
composed in a record four-poem day.
The first was the silly dog poem.
That one grew up organically.
I shared it with my children.
And one asked me for three new poems
all on a subject I had never considered:
the old forgotten bath toy.
I knew it was “impossible”.
Famous last words.
I told her it wasn’t likely,
but to please provide a deadline.
I assured her that with enough time
and perfect conditions,
it would probably never happen.
Would it be blasphemous to say that
God stepped into the writing with me?
Suddenly, titles and stories began building.
In less than two hours,
all the work was done.
Only God could have done that.
SLEEPING SERVANT
Atop the sunny window ledge,
He basks, as troubles fall away.
Without a care, or pressing work,
He rests, and dreams, at break of day.
His shift went late, but joy rose high
As childish, friendly dreams splashed up.
Again at rest, he’s standing by:
The faithful, waiting rubber duck.
by Gwennon
July 25, 2023 12:27 pm
as requested by my Lizzie
ALL WASHED UP
Remembering, she had to smile.
Each work day wreathed itself in joys.
The voyages piled mile on mile,
Intense in fervid, busy noise.
Rough waters left her in their wake,
Emerging fresh from frothy take.
Demanded often at the first,
Removed at will, but then returned,
Upset, sunk deep, squeezed hard by thirst,
Born high on suds and lessons learned.
By youngling eyes and hands ensnared,
Embroiled in secrets softly shared.
Redacted with old childhood gear,
Deserted, much-loved figurine,
Unfailing keeper of good cheer,
Campaigner for a clean routine,
Knight knighted deep in rising tides,
Years bathed in laughing, joyful times.
by Gwennon
July 25, 2023, 1:08 pm (1308 hours)
Poem number three requested by my Lizzie