Sunday, August 12, 2012

One Single Impression: Bathing

Saturday Night Bathing

Each Saturday night
Mum bathed her little babies
still bathes them now grown

Wash behind their ears
she scrubs their behinds with soap
she scratches her head

She didn't admit
no babies were there to wash
not one could be seen

She looked high and low
wouldn't tell she'd thrown them out
with the bath water

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Brian Miller of Haiku Water brings us this week's prompt, 'bathing'
Find more poems using 'bathing' prompt word at One One Single Impression
This poem is also registered with Open Link Mondays at Mama Z's Real Toads
1.  This is an old saying, "... to throw out the baby with the bath water." 
I have heard that it originated when in England the whole family bathed in one tub of scarce water.  They went by age and sex, generally the grandfather was first, then the grandmother, followed by the father, etc, until the baby was last.  Often times the water was so dirty that the mother (doing the bathing) could not see the baby in the dirty water and so she threw out both.

2.  The saying has come to mean one of two things, I prefer the second meaning below.  Neither of these come out in my poem and I do not intend that they apply to it:

[a] Throw out the baby with the bath water is an idiomatic expression used to suggest an avoidable error in which something good is eliminated when trying to get rid of something bad, or in other words, rejecting the essential along with the inessential.

[b] A slightly different explanation suggests that this flexible catchphrase has to do with discarding the essential while retaining the superfluous because of excessive zeal. In other words, the idiom is applicable not only when it's a matter of throwing out the baby with the bath water, but also when someone might throw out the baby and keep the bath water. (from Wikidedia)

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At Sunday, August 12, 2012 2:07:00 AM, Blogger Bethe77 said...

Love the write.
Put a smile on my face.

At Sunday, August 12, 2012 5:37:00 AM, Blogger Ramesh Sood said...

I don't know why Jim..did I find some sadness in there.. whatever..I liked the way you have created the flow..


At Sunday, August 12, 2012 7:43:00 AM, Blogger Amrit Sinha said...

I noticed a sad irony towards the end ... where are the babies?

At Sunday, August 12, 2012 10:26:00 AM, Blogger joanne said...

that was a fun read! We all know the babies couldn't fit down the drain!

At Sunday, August 12, 2012 11:18:00 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

so this!

At Sunday, August 12, 2012 12:10:00 PM, Blogger Pranita said...

This reminded me of some sad incidents wer mothers hav accidentally forgotten lil babies in d tub or left d tap on..!
Well written though :)

Bathing under the twilight

At Sunday, August 12, 2012 2:05:00 PM, Blogger anthonynorth said...

So very poignant.

At Monday, August 13, 2012 3:53:00 AM, Blogger Harshad Mehta said...

Sad feelings. Similar feeling when grown up children leave to make their own home. What remains is memory.

At Monday, August 13, 2012 8:29:00 AM, Blogger Maude Lynn said...

I'm not sure whether to laugh or cry! Clever write!

At Monday, August 13, 2012 8:55:00 AM, Blogger Mimi Foxmorton said...

Such an image of ~the rest of the story......


At Monday, August 13, 2012 9:34:00 AM, Blogger Kerry O'Connor said...

I enjoy your sense of humour.

At Monday, August 13, 2012 12:49:00 PM, Blogger Laurie Kolp said...

sweet... but did you mean Bruce Miller?

At Monday, August 13, 2012 4:31:00 PM, Blogger Timoteo said...

Poignant. "Mum" maybe has dementia?

At Monday, August 13, 2012 6:15:00 PM, Blogger Unknown said...

So funny it hurts...

At Monday, August 13, 2012 7:13:00 PM, Blogger Scarlet said...

This is funny...and thanks for your notes as well. Yikes on sharing of dirty water ~

At Tuesday, August 14, 2012 1:01:00 AM, Blogger vivinfrance said...

A mother was bathing 'er baby one night
The youngest of ten, a poor little mite
The mother was poor and the baby was thin
A poor little skellington covered in skin

The mother turned round to get soap from the rack
Twas only a moment, but when she got back
Her baby had gone, and in anguish she cried
"Oh, where is my baby?" The angels replied.

Your baby is now very ‘appy
in ‘eaven your joy and your pride
Your baby has gorn dahn the plug'ole
The plumber had made it too wide.

Sorry, Jim - I just couldn't resist giving you one of Jock's party piece songs!

At Tuesday, August 14, 2012 8:35:00 AM, Blogger Margaret said...

... sounds like dementia to me too! Has a forlorn message, I think.

At Tuesday, August 14, 2012 10:25:00 PM, Blogger The Write Girl said...

This is another fun poem Jim. Mum bathes them even when they are grown. What a concept!

At Tuesday, August 14, 2012 10:46:00 PM, Anonymous Barbara @ The Healthy Nut said...

There was a twinge of sadness in this in spite of the lightness of the poem. a bit crazy, the old woman? Interesting..

At Wednesday, August 15, 2012 5:11:00 AM, Blogger kaykuala said...

Chuckles! I feel humor when I see one. Mama scrubbed them? Phew just how they've grown!


At Wednesday, August 15, 2012 9:20:00 AM, Blogger Ruchi Jain said...

superb one..

At Wednesday, August 15, 2012 8:43:00 PM, Blogger SandyCarlson said...

Has me thinking of mama's holding on as long as they can....

At Thursday, August 16, 2012 12:33:00 AM, Blogger gabrielle said...

Something's been lost. Perhaps the familiarity of ritual provides comfort.

At Thursday, August 16, 2012 9:21:00 AM, Blogger Lisa at Greenbow said...

Interesting sashay through life as seen from the tub.

At Thursday, August 16, 2012 6:32:00 PM, Blogger Patti said...

Oh I hope no babies were thrown out!!! You DO come up with the most interesting things to write about. Hope you had a good week. Back to school as of today :(


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