Old Tin Bath. Poem by Lizzy Tomlinson

Old Tin Bath.



The old tin bath that bathed me,
When I was a young child,
Lay rusting in my mother's shed,
But my mum's now dead,
'Where's the bath? ' I said.
It's rusting in my brother's garden,
Growing flowers, wild.

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Lizzy Tomlinson

Lizzy Tomlinson

Dundee, Scotland.
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