Nostalgic Childhood
I remember,
blowing bubbles into the air;
rolling in leaves in September,
oh, I had not a care !
In the sunshine bubbles would float and drift
until a gentle breeze would make them shift !
I liked to watch frogs in the pond,
feed ducks while bubbles went up and beyond !
Bubbles, bubbles,
some are purple and some are white;
in those days I had no troubles,
bubbles were my delight !
I had tea time for dolls and teddy bears,
of the sadness I was still unawares !
Bubbles bigger and big,
blew bubbles for my cat Thingamajig !
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September 24, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/Nostalgic Childhood
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1390-861-24
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
(Inspiration - image #2)
Written for the Standard contest, Rhyme Me Rhyme Me A Poem
sponsor, Eve Roper, Judged 10/5/2021
First Place
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