When life takes a turn
and feels a bit bent,
I prepare a bath
made up of intent.
Warm running water
creates a sound base,
a calmness soon lurks
erasing the chase.
I then add cologne
florida water,
shut both of my eyes
see my grandmother.
Her smile softly says,
make it like a tea,
a mixture of herbs
and relaxing leaves.
She says her goodbyes
to then drift away,
adding my flowers,
submerged I then lay.
All troubles and aches
are lifted at once,
the bath is then drained
anxiety gone.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
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woes are so moot
shush
hush
and say less
than nothing please