Bubble Blowing!

Everyone took turns blowing bubbles for Baby J. the other night. She thought it was really neat how she could touch them.

Baby J. and Daddy went into grandmas back yard while we stayed on the deck and blew bubbles for her. She was down below us so she could see them better.

The wind changed, so Daddy and Baby J. came back up stairs.

She would let out a little squeal every once in a while. It was so fun watching her. At one point Chris, Kim and Tabatha were all blowing bubbles and Baby J. wasn't even watching. Mom said "are you still blowing bubbles for baby J.?" (No just for Fun!!) We had all forgotten how much fun blowing bubbles is.

One bubble
shimmies
from the wand
to waltz around
the backyard lawn.
One fragile globe
of soapy skin--
a glimmering
of breath within
a perfect pearl,
I blow again!
One more bubble
squeezes through,
one blushing bead
of water-blue;
and then another
rinsed in pink
(shivering with pastel ink)
dances on
a summer sigh,
shimmering
with shades of sky
s-l-o-w-l-y slides
right out of sight;
backyard bubbles
taking flight.

Rebecca Kai Dotlich