Bubbles
Hope filled eyes look up at me
“Bubbles?” was his innocent plea
His smile lit up with childish glee
Blowing and waving the tiny wand
Shiny, delicate circles dance along
Each moving to its private song
Here then there, soapy rainbows disappear
As they gently pop in the air
Magic glistens on each tiny sphere
Fleeting is this moment in time
One second it’s there and then it’s gone
Only the memory lingers on
Precious small ones quickly disappear
And I am almost caught unaware
Like tiny bubbles in the air
Janice Harten
April 27, 2008
Copyright © 2012 Janice Harten. All rights reserved.
Copyright © 2012 Janice Harten. All rights reserved.
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