Growing Up


Blowing bubbles in summer grass
Sipping amber bubbles from a glass

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Trina Layne

January 20, 2025 at 6:13 PM

As short as it is, I read it a few times to be clear. What a quantum leap in the space of two sentences! Childhood is like that. It's such a short, precious time of life. It goes by way too fast. Congrats on your writing!

Crystol Woods

January 21, 2025 at 1:34 PM

Thank you for the close consideration! Yes you hit it just right... childhood is fleeting! Thanks again! Xo

Andrea Dietrich

January 19, 2025 at 11:27 PM

Congrats here. Wonderful nostalgia of summers

Crystol Woods

January 20, 2025 at 8:21 AM

Thanks ! I'm more of a whiskey on the rocks, and that rarely, champagne isn't tasty to me but I liked the contrast of happy bubbles lol...xo

Valsa George

January 19, 2025 at 9:56 PM

This we have done in our younger days. But the liquid was not colored. Lovely two line poem. Congratulations on your top placement

Crystol Woods

January 20, 2025 at 8:19 AM

The contrast between the bubbles of our childhood and bubbles of an adult drink signifies growing up in this poem. I'm happy to hear you have fond memories as well! Xo