Bubbles

I'm sure most of us first time Dads remember the first time we introduce bubbles to our little one. The anticipation we feel, knowing that this little munchkin is about to have their time little brain absolutely fucking blown by something as simple as washing up liquid and water.

This poem is about that feeling I got, blowing bubbles right into my child's face.

Bubbles

Oh how I wish to be

One of those delicate globes

Bouncing and skipping

Refracting as I go

Carrying the rainbow

Towards those bewildered

Awe-struck planets

Towards that fly-catching

Toothless smile

Though my life would be short

It would be glorious

To be born in front of your

Attentive and curious glow

And bid farewell

Below your squinting

Upturned eyes

Above your hollow grin

On that innocent love charm

Before I gently pop

On your little button nose

I can reflect joyfully

On my delicate journey

Knowing

That you

My euphoric girl

From start to finish

Were my entire life