Do you remember
When you were eight
and your mother told you
"Stop that!"
And all the beautiful shiny bubbles...
one
by
one
Burst?
Slowly popping till all that was left was a flat reflective surface and a taste of sweetness lingering in your mouth?
And do you remember
When she didn't watch
and you blew for all you were worth
And all the beautiful shiny bubbles
one
by
one
Poured?
Cascading gorgeously out of a container too small to hold their exuberant multiplication?
Do you remember
When you held me
And laughed into my face, delighted by my laughter?
And all the beautiful shiny bubbles
one
by
one
Rose to the surface and
madly
happily
spilled over the brim and into our arms, multiplying, spinning us and we
excitedly
joyfully
reveled in the wonder of "us"ness?
I love you.
And this is why.
You blow bubbles in the lemonade of my heart