Baptised into a new religion;
You’re the minister – I’m under supervision,
Soaked in holy oblivion,

You balance the weight of my thoughts

And the burden of all the ‘oughts-ta’

As you pour on more water,

And try to imagine some names

To whom we could dedicate the ceremony –

Some that would stick in our memory

When we remember you rescuing me

From tedium

Through the medium

Of laughter
And this ritual at the bath tub

And everything that came after.

Oh yes!
I believe!

And you never deceive.

(c) Gemma Hinton 13/06/15