BUBBLES

***note: this is one of the poems I wrote in high school for our poetry portfolio...I am posting this and others from that time (almost a decade ago) in the hopes of (a) showing my progress, (b) filling up the space, and (c) likely eliciting a few laughs***


There was something about the way the sun danced off
Of those blond curls, and
The way her baby blue eyes squinted against the daylight,
Straining to catch a glimpse of the translucent bubble
She had blown.
There was something about the way her nose wrinkled gaily
When the bubble brushed against it and
Popped,
And the way her cheeks flushed as Daddy
Picked up the wand
And blew a myriad of bright hues around her.
There was something about the way her dimples deepened
With a giggle,
And the way she danced barefoot around the front yard,
And the way Daddy’s head was thrown back into a
Chuckle as he watched.
There was something about the scent of lilacs
And roses
That pervaded the air, and something
About the way Mama sighed contentedly as she
Folded the picnic blanket
And placed it in the wicker basket.
There was something about that girl,
About that family,
About that sunny summer day
That made me want to
Cry.