Reminiscing about my childhood and the fascination with bubbles and playing with bubbles with my own kids
Swirly soap spheres of liquid 'pop" Coming out of a wand traveling wherever the wind may take them. " pop" ,pop," pop" one can watch them burst as they touch down on a fence or brush up against a tree or by the curious caress of a toddlers hand. Dip the wand again and raise it to my lips to watch a new bubbly stream...
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.