Saturday, September 29, 2007

Blowing Bubbles


Blowing Bubbles - Poem by Ericka Northrop

Come with me; forget your troubles.

We'll take some soap and make some bubbles!
We can make them big or small;
It isn't very hard at all.
I can't be angry, sad or blue
When blowing bubbles-now, can you?
Just blow your blues into each one.
We'll watch them sparkle in the sun.
We'll send them out into the sky.
There go your troubles!
Poof!
Bye-bye.

2 comments:

Ali said...

what a lovely poem, and cute photo too!!

Kris said...

A beautiful photo - it really captures one of the iconic moments of childhood.

Al and I are both hopeless at blowing bubbles and we're hoping our girls will do it for us. A new way of living out our dreams through our kids.