Monday, June 29, 2015


Dozens of bubbles drift in the air
Over your shoulders and around your hair.
Your hands clap and bubbles pop.
Your giggles call, Don’t stop! Don’t stop!

Around and around soap bubbles fly,
Whisked by the wind towards the sky.
A shiny bubble slowly twirls
And rests unbroken on your curls


Laura Dickey said...

I love this, Michelle. Do you mind if I print it out (with your name attached, of course) for our girls' room? You are really talented - what a lovely poem for childhood.

Michelle said...

Certainly, I"m quite flattered.

Joe and Joanne said...

You are really good at poetry Michelle! I love what you've written here. Wish you lived closer - I think Joshua and Esmée would be great friends!