soap bubbles

Hello, dear digital friends!

My wife and I were at her nephew’s son’s birthday party a few months ago. It was a wondrous Saturday when the the weather actually dared to be warm here in Upstate New York.

A gaggle of kids played in the yard. And I found myself utterly lost in the sheer joy and laughter of them blowing and chasing soap bubbles.

This poem instantly came to me, and I typed it into Notes on my iPhone. It has not been edited at all… just a pure stream of consciousness from that moment.

I hope you find some happiness and nostalgia in this whimsical poem.

As always, please let me know your thoughts and feelings in the Comments Section below. Love to hear from you.

-PS Conway ☘️ ☘️ ☘️

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soap bubbles

soap bubbles float

on currents of laughter

filled by a child’s smile

refracted reflections

of the world

captured through

wide marveling eyes

released to the skies

reminders each

the purity of glee

of sunshine and wet hands

of limitless breath

the immediacy of time

lost in a moment

so sublime

their offerings rise and rise

to remind the heavens

of innocence

and the wondrous potential

of a child’s creation


  1. Oh, those were the days! I’m so glad to hear kids still find blowing bubbles to be fun in today’s world. 😂 I know we did when I was young, and your poem gives great tribute to those moments shared.

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