Blossoms and Bubbles
Off to the garden to share in a tea
Sweet Juliana has just become three
Billowy dress sprayed with cottonballs pink
Tiny white shoes, for a doll you would think
She sings to the blossoms in childish song
Whirling and twirling, soft curls like goose down
Held in her hand sacred wand of delight
Dreaming of bubbles so feathery light
Sweet rosy pucker blows soft angel air
Froths of moist bubbles float down everywhere
Rainbow of colors and liquidy swirls
Bubbles, oh bubbles, true heavenly pearls
Our garden of youth, adventure filled fun
Long summer days where we played in the sun
Copyright © Kim Shaw | Year Posted 2015
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