When life takes a turn
and feels a bit bent,
I fill my bath tub
with peaceful intent.

Warm flows always work
as a perfect base,
a calmness soon lurks
erasing the chase.

Cologne will baptize
with floral waters,
shut both of my eyes
see my grandmother.

Softly she whispers,
“Prepare like a tea”,
Herb mixtures are stirred,
with relaxing leaves.

She says her goodbyes
to then drift away,
botanical high ,
submerged I then lay.

All troubles and aches
are lifted at once,
the bath is then drained
anxiety gone.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy

Originally Published on February 26, 2021

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  1. You have warmed our hearts with your beautiful writings, dear Grace! I loved the tranquility and the shower of emotions this poem portrays. It evokes nostalgia and brings great calm to our minds. Loved it๐Ÿ’™

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