Bubbles
Childhood dreams can be of many things
And one of mine was this.
There in the neighbors field,
with bottle wand and sis.
We'd take turns ,her and I
To see what bubbles would go high
We'd watch them float on the breeze so light,
dancing hither and yon
And chase them in hopes of catching one
before they were all gone.
Oh, to watch the colors dancing
within the round,
As it clung to the wand!
I have no field , bubble or wand
And time for me has moved on.
How precious the memory stays with me
And returns to cause a smile
When I see a bottle of bubble,
a wand and a child.
SQ
I dedicate this page to SisShirley
I miss you
