Ada's Poetry AlcoveMar 19
Day 140 –Bubbles- Haibun Journey View From My Window
As I fix dinner, I can see my granddaughter on the balcony blowing bubbles with her grandfather. She is delightful to watch, bubbling over with enthusiasm and joy. As she reaches both hands towards a bubble and gives chase, I hear her saying “come to momma, come to momma.”
rainbow of delight
encased in a floating bubble
just out of reach