Main Page Blog Getting Pregnant Articles Pregnancy Articles Parenting Articles TLOL Article Directory Chinese Gender Chart Pregnancy and Parenting Journals	Bath Time I can hear the splish and splash of the water. A smile on the face of each daughter. Their soaking wet hair and bubble beards, You would swear they are fish or maybe a duck, they are so weird. They spend hours in there. They have not a care. The water chills their skin, But no happier have they been. My little ones they splish and they splash. Oh oh here comes the glass of water, I make a mad dash. Oops too late, the floor is soaking wet. Oh well, I am sure she had fun doing it. (c) Lisa Lightening All Rights Reserved Comments to Author Share This Page With A Friend -- Would You Like To Read More Poems? -- Parent Prose Main Page Poems about Adoption Poems about Motherhood Poems about Babies and Children Poems about the Death of a Child Poems about Miscarriage Poems about Parenthood Poems about Pregnancy Poems about Growing Up Poems about Special Occasions Letters to Baby Poetry Collections Journals and Essays Books about Writing Poetry The Labor of Love Main Page