Bubbles
Margaret V.Doran


Elizabeth blows bubbles
I believe in bubbles
their ability to heal
the miracle of their spherical
iridescent appeal

I believe for I have seen
a baby's eyes light up
in wonder as I dip
the wand into the cup

and gently blow a bubble
to float upon the air
he laughs reaching for it;
it really isn't there

I've been enchanted by his
joyful squealed delight
as bubbles fill his space
with swirling orbs of light

It takes baby eyes to see
beyond surrounding troubles
and marvel at small miracles
like babies, flowers and bubbles.


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Updated February 27, 2002
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