His small, round face is tilted upwards,
His mouth is open in abandoned delight:
There are wonderful bubbles flying by;
Mama's magic with wand, soap and breath.
This little boy is delighting in wetness:
Liquid sunshine, streaming rain,
And a myriad of brilliant bubbles swirling
Their blue and pink, silver and gold souls.
There is so much life out there--
Mama and her boy, blowing bubbles in the rain.
I can see the love and sweetness
There in the soap, sunshine and water,
And before my eyes a memory is created.
~Faerynn M.
