Bath Time

Holly Gray

My stumbling steps are careful and concentrated.
I almost fall before he catches me.
Pulling me under the arms, he holds me on his hip,
my head nussled in his old spice scent.
The brown wool of his jumper tickles my chin.
I smile as I see the sink filled with suds,
I’m lowered in as he gently bathes my soft skin.
I splash him back, my giggles making him smile.
He laughs his grandpa laugh and dries me
with the biggest of hugs.

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