Beautiful and orb like
Glimmers of nacre purples and blues
Brilliant reflections
Through a gentle and generous sunlight
A thousand little bubbles leave her hand
Rapid fire it seems
My sweetest girl has mastered this art
And her daddy plies the froth
To me
Still a young and patient man
The Dad I could never be
Albeit
My time has passed
But the joy of Hayley’s bubbles
Is another conduit
Of her Poppy’s love