Washing The Baby Poem by Daniel Brick
Washing The Baby
I kiss your sloppy hands
before I wash them.
You don't resist my care.
Instead your head falls back,
and a tiny yawn creases your cheeks.
Your eyes shut tightly,
and I wonder what they see
inside your head. Is there another
darkness there, different from the night?
Or do you see a light
that only children know,
a light so dim in me
it can no longer trick my eyes?
saved. My son is now an adult, so this poem is very old indeed, but it
has an appealing tenderness so I decided to share it.
i always had my wife wash our infant daughter completely each day, BEFORE i would pick her up to burp her, .....with my daughter's face directed away from me. i was joking, above. i really gave my daughter her baths in a kitchen sink (i think inside a plastic baby bathtub) for the first six months; Mom was afraid she would drop the babe. by 6 months i'd had a vasectomy...., one of the BEST moves i ever made! i 'love' the poem. thanks for resurrecting it. to MyPoemList. and i am going to put it into my/our March 2017 showcase. you should have gotten a 'warning' notice that i would harvest some poems without asking, but let me know if you object strongly and i'll remove it. i hope NOT! bri :) thanks for the Poet's Notes!
Daniel Brick, I am so glad you were able to share this lovely memory you had saved. It is amazing, we all start out little and needy for care, for love. The nucleus of humanity is seen in the very young in their simple precious souls.We as adults need to save this quality withing ourselves! ............Great one.......................Kathy
Thanks Kathy You perfectly captured the meaning and purpose of my little poem. By a happy coincidence I had just read this poem to my 86 year-old aunt just yesterday, and she said it reminded her of caring for her children so many years ago. It was a sweet memory for all three of us.
Your eyes shut tightly, and I wonder what they see............. Yes, can see peace fullness.
Transported me to a a wonderful place that now exists only in memories. Thank you for capturing it and sharing with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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keep waiting for moments, your own moments. Their sudden arrival will startle you and there. Keep awake and don't be breathless. Season's cradle is overflowing with gifted dreams, don't turn them away. - - - - - - - - - -The innocence and purity of baby so marvelously captured.It goes to my Poem List.
Strange coincidence! I quoted from the Pravakar Bhatlekar' poem 'Waiting' inadvertently.Perhaps because both the poems speak of Nature's lovely gifts and our dreams. These are Poems of Hope that touch my heart. I must quote from your poem as it is a poem of bliss. 'Your eyes shut tightly, and I wonder what they see inside your head. Is there another darkness there, different from the night? Or do you see a light that only children know, a light so dim in me it can no longer trick my eyes? '
I love this line: SEASON'S CRADLE OVERFLOWING WITH GIFTED DREAMS. DON'T TURN THEM AWAY. You wrote that Bharati it's really wonderful how you went inside a baby's dreams