I look at Eleanor and see her sometimes
She isn't exactly clear, but she's bright
a little self flashing behind the veil of soapy film.
Bits of her held in bubbles,
blown out on the exhale of baby breath,
rise fast skyward on unending current
gone long before I have the chance to pause
18 comments:
cute.
oh snap...yeah...wish we could just cling to those moments before they drift away...man they grow up way too fast....great to see you too! smiles.
Nice one...
tempus sure does fugit
when you have weans at home
Cheers, Sausage...
Hi Leah,
So nice to have you come back, you have been missed. And she is growing up and turning into a fine young lady, which is all anyone can ask of her.
I am glad you liked this weeks Theme Thursday, you made a great addition to it. Hope you like next weeks as well.
God bless.
Hi there, thanks for visiting my blog today. The images are lovely.
Yes, the years fly bu and the they seem to grow up so quickly these days.
A good photo, nice bubbles.
i really like your picture, unfocussed as it is ;)
and to the poem: yes, so many yesses
WELCOME BACK!!
Good interplay of photo and sensation/words. Effective post.
Yes, gone too quickly. They grow so fast. I love that they're grown safely but I miss their childhood years. I guess that's why God created grandparents.
Time passes by!
You see your baby. :¬)
xxx
What a lovely gift for your daughter.
Keep it safe.
Just beautiful, Leah. I know exactly how you feel.
Oh goodness me!
I had given up on you ever posting again!
Love this!
poetry suits you, and a lovely picture
I really enjoyed this. I have missed your posts!
Hello Dear - it's been a while!
How are you? Did you stop blogging at all and for all time? Do read blogs now and then, a bit? I seriously hope that nothing went wrong with you and your family and that you all are fine. Make a sound my dear, just let me know that you are allright.
Matthias
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