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She Sings In The Bathtub
by Maria KintnerI need to find that song
that you sing when you are bathing;
making puddles on our bathroom floor.
It is best to hear when I am quiet; wasting
time listening to you.
I always miss your voice when you are far away.
You have always been my moment of perfection,
perpetual in your existance; the first of my
best accomplishements.
Your voice is the perfect sound, when my mind
is tortured, and the sounds of life have finally quieted.
You are my peace.
It is the struggle of life to guide, rather than to
force. To lead, than to manipulate. To stand back
and watch the best parts of me walk away towards
destruction and death, and all the risks of life.
You are gentle, Swan, while your melodies belie
Heaven; as if you exist on the world a Divine Creature,
having invented me out of your grace.
Indeed, my identity is nothing, and never was,
without you. Had I the means to shelter you from the
impending tide of this World, I would quickly offer up
my own soul for the chance.
But you will face the dangerous universe and all her
tempting charms. The reality is stark against your fading
innocence. I can do nothing but stand behind you,
holding you when you fall.
Yet now, that loving indulgence, to hear you sing softly
to your audience of bubblebath, and the invisible mermaids,
who cannot resist your siren call. We are all bound to listen. 08/05/2007 Posted on 08/05/2007
Copyright © 2025 Maria Kintner
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 08/05/07 at 05:47 PM Maria, welcome to pathetic. In reading your poem, I felt such love - from a mother to a child? The words have a gentle flow and rhythm, like a lullaby.
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Melissa Panther on 08/05/07 at 07:31 PM This poem is striking. I love "You have always been my moment of perfection" and "You are my peace". Just lovely, thank you.=) |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 08/05/07 at 10:32 PM Welcome indeed. Badass introduction. |
| Posted by Shonda Chrissonberry on 08/05/07 at 10:33 PM I too felt as if these words were from Mother to Child. Beautiful. Welcome to PPS, so glad you are here! :) |
| Posted by Rula Shin on 08/08/07 at 01:04 AM This piece is so very beautiful, undeniably filled with profound love and emotion which I now understand, rather am experiencing, for the first time since I had my daughter. She is what I feel when I read this. Thanks. |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 08/08/07 at 01:58 AM Its the associatedness which generates such beautiful impressions, a permanant source of refined energies. The source also gives a purpose for a meaningful survival. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/08/07 at 03:14 AM I think all of us want to hold on to these moments of innocence - this is beautifully done. |
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