Dear Perfect Stranger,
How are you today? I hope you’re doing well and if not, I hope that this note serves as a little pick-me-up during youd day. It’s spring and summer time now and the warmth has reminded me of bubbles. Here’s a poem I found entitled “BUBBLES” by Paula Jane Harrison.
Some bubbles rise up to the sky,
Some bubbles don’t, I don’t know why,
Easily popped by just one touch,
Easily missed by way too much.
Silent and round as we make it,
Being forgotten bit by bit,
Weaker and weaker as it grows,
That is what happens, I suppose.
Of all the ones that we condemn,
We don’t remember all of them.
Even when we continue to grow,
We still wonder where they go.
I want to be able to blow bubbles in the park or in a yard this spring. What childhood activity do you want to do?
Your friendly picker upper