I drape my legs over the side of the bathtub
And my child splashes them with bubbles.
I think of Jesus washing the feet of his disciples.

I never felt unworthy until they put you in my arms,
Never felt terror until I counted your tiny breaths,
Never knew God until I saw your smile.

Baptized now by bubbles
And holy, well-earned tears,
Somehow,
I am saved.

HP Rivers, 2020