Bubbles

This is a conglomeration of thoughts and happenings of various spring afternoons of my life, and proof that being a big sister is worthwhile.

Bubbles

Blowing bubbles on the porch ...
Ava! Where do you think you're going?
Little darling.
Chasing circles of rainbow light,
my camera never quite catching them ...
a blur here,
a gust there,
and why do they always vanish as soon as I click the button?
Putting the camera down, scooping Ava up
and blowing a slow bubble.
Angie squeals at the size,
Ava reaches and daintily pops it with her baby-finger,
and laughs.
Grinning back, sitting down on the step
getting chalk on my jeans ...
She squirms out of my lap and points to a ladybug 
in excitement.
Bright black dots on shiny red ...
as Angie blows bubbles that float up
and are lost in so much sky.


Allison Young, 2012