Listening to every heart
The Soap’s Bubble
When I was a little child and then in my teens
I had plenty, oh so plenty, of soap bubble dreams.
Light and airy with glimmers of God’s rainbows;
a puff, and a breeze, and away they would go.
As I grew older with small babes by my side
in soap bubble dreams all reality would hide.
The love was gone, on the bubble’s edge I rode
hiding love’s lies quietly in my broken abode.
When the soap’s bubble burst it was as if a wail
rendered forth and ’tho the silent screams prevailed,
I set forth alone with babes, far away from wretched lies
toward fear, the unknown, with “divorced woman’s” stride.
Soap bubble dreams then took on a very sharp edge
each day as if standing on life’s precarious ledge.
Babes growing daily, couldn’t wonder without fear
dare I show them enchantment of a soap bubble’s cheer?
That reality bites, this trite saying is so true,
even as the child grows, in magic there’re clues
and the secret in living, or so thus it seems,
is to live the reality, never forgetting soap bubble dreams.
11 September, 1999
Words will always express our feelings true. ~~~ KRJ
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow