Newly cleaned baby in the bath
Figured out how to turn on the water.
Then he experimented.
Volume of water.
Draining the tub.
Hand pressed against spigot to shoot water out,
Filling up the rubber duck and
Squirting himself in the face.
But mostly he just let the water run over his hands:
Squat in the water, watching.
Stand in the water, touching.
But when he stood and put his bare belly
Against the running water,
White belly thrust out,
Ear-to-ear grin,
I wondered if I was strong enough
To contain the fierce joy and love
That surged through me.
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