Bubbles

Snapshot.

 

Her hair swirls about her

Caught in a breath of wind

Poised in mid-air

Caressing her cheeks and forehead.

 

The bright yellow polka dots

That cover her dress

Are a tribute, a bright tribute

To the glaring sun overhead.

 

Her tiny little toes dig into the

Gravel in a desperate attempt to

Hold onto the ground

As she watches them fly away.

 

She swirls a wand

The color of fresh spring grass

To create new ones

So she will never be alone.

 

But they too glide away

The skim rooftops and

Dance with the butterflies

And they pop, ceasing their existence.

 

But her mouth is open

Laughter is about to echo

Through the front yard

As they float into the afternoon sky.