Children- Bubbles Of Wonder Poem by Valsa George

next in teens they begin to grow conscious about their appearance, lifestyle e.t.c.....every minute is interesting for us to watch them....you have analysed their phase also...very laudable poem Valsa

next in teens they begin to grow conscious about their appearance, lifestyle e.t.c.....every minute is interesting for us to watch them....you have analysed their phase also...very laudable poem Valsa

Children are innocent and are out of violence. They play with clapping, romping and dancing. They get glee in catching butterflies. But in the blink of an eye they would be adults and would be entangled with umpteen problems. They become the residents of a world of sham and deceit! Beautifully presented. Brilliant poem.

If children would always be children —and that land would surely be rich in everything always for in such paradise stream of love never ceases and God loves to stay ever, ever and ever.....rightly said children are the bubbles of wonder...........Valsa.....as always the best.......10

Childhood is like a bubble that shows a rainbow but for very short time, Children grow quickly and face the bitter realities of life. A great description that makes us thinking not only about the beauty of childhood but also the realities of life,

Even the most hard hearted too is attracted to children's innocence Obviously she was referring to a butterfly I watched the glee in their innocent eyes. You have related Valsa George, this innocence and hard realities of life...10

Hey, Valsa! I relate to your reflection here but take comfort in the words of Jesus, Unless you become like children... It’s unavoidable to be schooled in the hard things of life as you point out here. But becoming jaded is another thing—which I know you know. Bubbles are delicate, are fragile. O but the significance they can have if we let them! And what seems so solid? Science teaches it is mostly empty space. -Glen

Part One- -We start out little bubbles of wonder but then we grow up and grow away from all this sweet innocence and therein lies the human tragedy... few people can retain that capacity of eager excitement for each new day. I really love this poem., Valsa- -you have made it both charming and tragic- not an easy achievement. Also onto my fav list!

This is a tragedy, isn't it? We ourselves started out with wonder in our chubby little hands and in our eager little eyes... I remember instances from my childhood- -my first encounter with a firefly back east, my first boyfriend in the second grade! ! , my father taking me horseback riding for the first time! Bubbles of wonder- -most excellent definition of children ever! ! ! 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++.

You have drawn such a vivid picture of childhood innocence.But what a difference it is in world ! ! 'But in the blink of an eye They would be adults Doubt and fear clouding their world Grappling with umpteen problems of life Shutting themselves in the prison of thoughts And getting tutored in the martial arts To live in a world of sham and deceit! '