Boy in a Tub

Such pure bliss

2 min readMar 12, 2020

Rub a dub, dub a boy in a tub,
A smile like bubbles that burst,
Such pure bliss, I never would miss,
In warm water, partly immersed.

I remember the rounded rainbows,
Like snow and a halo of mist,
The feeling of complete freedom,
Akin to absolute bliss.

Oh, the great joy for a little boy,
My kin and I grin ear to ear,
Defining the day with discovery,
Free in the absence of fear.

Years fly on by in moments,
Blink and another has gone,
The real test is to enjoy the rest,
A journey out into the yon.

I pick up the prints in my fingers,
Phantoms float past in my mind,
And as the thought lingers,
I watch and then leave it behind.

And whilst the world wilts and wonders,
New life replaces the old,
Rub a dub, dub a boy in a tub,
A queue files in from the cold.

The aches then the optimism,
A prism of purple and gold,
A bubble with little trouble,
A story that’s often retold.

The feeling sends me reeling,
Just like it was yesterday,
Up to my neck in bubbles,
My worries on clouds faraway.

David Rudder
13th March 2020

Thanks for reading.