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Bath Time

A Story-Poem

The Child’s Bath by Mary Cassatt

She sits on my lap,
a white towel wrapped
about her chubby waist,
her feet dangling in the basin.
I scrub the dirt
from her feet and between
her toes. She is my youngest
child, four and a half
years old. An angel, if I
have ever met one. I am
giving her a bath. I first
wash her ears and face.
She makes funny faces and
says the washcloth tickles.
I wash under her arms
and between her legs. She
enjoys these baths as much
as I…



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