When my toddler child
Blows up bubbles
I can see the sheer joy
The magical delight
That envelops her little face.
Her joy comes bubbling
She jumps up giggling
Until all the bubbles bursts
And then she blows it
All over again.
I know it would but in vain
To tell the little one
That happiness is just a bubble
That floats around
And bursts into emptiness.
And if she wants a real bubble
That would never burst
That would never float away
She has to blow it up with good deeds
Deep down in her heart!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very sweet and meaningful poem dedicated to your daughter. Loved it. Thanks for sharing.