While Danya plays in the tub...

Boy’s in the bath
Mama writes a life line
back to something
of my own
~
We tap together the crowns
of our ice cream cones
a toast to good humor,
reprimands be damned
~
Your intentness—
“Shh, be quiet, please”—
watching The Jungle Book
for the first time, asking
to skip the scary parts
~
A hard plastic horse
A pot full of water
A serving spoon
You bathe the white horse
purposefully and then
let him loose, splashing
over the kitchen floor

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