Bubbles can make a Child's Day

Authors Note: This poem is about how kids of all ages love to play with bubbles. It also shares how sometimes the smallest joy in life with all get attention.

Bubbles

Up so high you cannot reach

Sometimes they may look like an upside down peach

Down below hands wave high

Then they realize they must just let it fly

In the air so graceful and free

People just realize want they want to be

Little kids run around

Screaming I want to be big and round

Then parents grab their little ones and say, were almost done

All the kids gather one by one

After that, it’s time for dinner, they all go in, not one comes out

Then at once you hear one pop

Then all the kids come running out

Bubbles