Author: Clive B Ringshall
She scrambled for bubbles,
Looking for colors of red lilac and blue,
Fragile bubbles gone with a touch,
Looking for more trying to catch,
In the draw I know I saw them before,
In the draw she takes out all,
Over the floor and oh what a mess,
There in the draw I call,
Blowing bubbles so Madison can play,
But Iím afraid of the bubbles you see,
Protecting me from the naughty bubbles,
She catches them all,
After all itís only a game
Her toy I was if only for a while,
Her entertainment that kept me entertained,
Was the bubble for her?
Or really for me?
Weíll never know coz Iím not gonna tell.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Catyrose (126.96.36.199) -- Sunday, March 26 2006, 02:04 am|
How sweet. I Know Maddie Appreciated It :)
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