Baby Bath, Christmas Eve
written by: Gaynor Kane
@gaynorkane
The day is decorated with crystals,
smells of pine and cinnamon,
as I cradle you at ten weeks old.
I’m still fearful of scalding your sensitive skin
so you float in tepid water at the kitchen sink
not a bit fazed by the grey plastic basin.
Instead, you are pink and plump and giggling
at bubbles I blow above you
from a scooped pyramid of soap suds
that pop on the pane
leaving an impression
of a rainbow.
Gaynor Kane is a Northern Irish poet from Belfast. She has two poetry pamphlets, and a full collection, from Hedgehog Poetry Press, they are 'Circling the Sun', 'Memory Forest', and 'Venus in Pink Marble' (2018, 2019 and September 2020 respectively). She is co-author, along with Karen Mooney, of 'Penned In' a poetry pamphlet written in response to the pandemic (November 2020).
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