I've always looked at bubbles
And wondered how they're made.
They always look so pretty,
But I never know how they are created.
As I usually see mine in the bath.
I also see them when the cooks are washing up,
Or when they're making soup. I love to watch when the wind catches them,
They do seem really magical.
They really were some of my favourite things
When I was a little girl. I do remember Uncle and his promise to me,
That I could have bubbles whenever I wished.
Whether that be made from soap,
Or from some other things. I remember how the bubbles shine in the sunlight.
They always shine so brightly.
I have always thought of bubbles as magical and
When they capture sunlight, they really are! The one thing I don't like...
Is when the bubbles are popped.
It feels like the magic
Has been removed from the moment. I will always love bubbles, I feel,
No matter how old I get.
It reminds me of the happy times
When I was a little girl. I remember playing with the bubbles,
With my brother and sister.
It was always one of our favourite things to do,
Even when it rained. Bubbles are so magical and full of memories
That I will treasure forever.
I will never forget the magic of bubbles and
They are forever in my memories.