Ever wish you could keep a small child safe and innocent forever? It’s a wish as ethereal as bubbles in the wind, drifting away like childhood itself. I took this photo last summer. It’s taken this long to figure out how to convey what I felt.
Little girl
blowing bubbles
in the sun
free of troubles
How they drift
on the breeze
turning, turning
as they please
Colors shimmer
ever bright
just a moment
in the light
Wave your wand
my temporary
iridescent
bubble fairy
All too soon
time shall pass
bubbles pop
in the grass
How I wish
things could stay
idyllic as
this summer day.
This is a beautiful wish inside a delightful poem, Fran.
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Yes that wish is always there when we saw our children growing up and now we are seeing our grandchildren growing and learning. Time moves on. Well written.
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Oh yes, that’s such a lovely poem! I’m glad you finally thought of what to write to convey that picture. You absolutely capture the ethereal charm of bubbles and little children!
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I love the rhyme and rhythm of this poem! My favorite: “Wave your wand/ my temporary/ iridescent/ bubble fairy”. In a way, the moment is eternal, captured in your words. Have you thought of compiling the pieces you write about your granddaughter, along with accompanying pictures, in a book for her? It would make a lovely graduation, wedding, or baby shower gift down the road.
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Those lines were the hardest to write, Chris! I had to read the whole thing aloud several times to convince myself they “worked.” You are a treasure trove of ideas. I think I will do just that, make a compilation just for her. Thank you.
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I had a little plastic vile of bubbles from a Valentine’s Day goodie and blew them for my grandson at the restaurant. He was mesmerized and entertained. I love the magic of bubbles that you captured in your poem.
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Isn’t that the truth? It reminds me of my analogy that sometimes we would like to take a memory and put in a snow globe. We wouldn’t necessarily shake the globe. We’re just preserving the moment. Ethereal is the perfect way to describe this piece of prose.
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my temporary
iridescent
bubble fairy
^^Thank you for this absolutely beautiful language. I’m going to carry this phrase around with me for a while. And the metaphor of the bubbles is so very true.
Thanks for (another!) wonderful slice. =)
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The lyrical lull of this slice is pure magic. My favorite string of words- “a wish as ethereal as bubbles in the wind, drifting away like childhood itself.”
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Yes! the innocence of a child and our desire to protect them, so elusive and childhood itself, so ephemeral- as so beautifully expressed in your poem
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