The memories of summer childhood fun stay with you for
a lifetime. One fun thing we did, was to blow soap bubbles.
I always thought it very pretty, the way they captured
light. Memory is youth in old age.
sparkling in sunshine
with little rainbows inside
drifting to the skies
Explicit memories. I just love it. Indeed refreshing memories. Thank-you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
bubbles in focus.......