Bubble Poem

Polliwog Summer Writing Contest

(topic - BUBBLES) 

Bubbles

by 

Eileen Armstrong

(age 12) 

O, how I love the way bubbles float,

not on the water like a boat,

but in the air so light and free.

O, how I wish that it were me

floating high above the house,

floating as quiet as a mouse.

Floating higher, higher still,

I think it would be quite a thrill.

Floating free and off the ground,

then I make a scary sound.

POP! I go and down I fall

in soapy drops, tiny and small.

Falling faster, faster still,

falling, falling more until

I wake up and realize

I had only fantasized

 that it was me

floating oh so light and free.

Although a bubble I am not,

I know as I lay on my cot,

some day Jesus will come for me.

Then I will float light and free

some day for eternity.

(original and unedited)





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