Favortism

Floating above my hand outstretched Is a bubble of reflective rainbow colors Coming from a wand in her fingers Belonging to my sister, younger than me She flies around blowing all about Bubbles that float beyond my eyes Seeing their lift above her head While my parents laugh at the sight She brings to their eyes, while I watch Their interest in her every doings Running around with the dog, blowing More bubbles around their heads They try to grab each one in their hands While I believe they levitate above mine Imagining their invincibility towards My sister’s shrill voice, screeching Along the yard like a siren, blaring Without an emergency, save my ego As the last bubble pops in my hand Russell Sivey