I'm foreva blowing

[Keith]

I was born a bubble

from spittle-chased lips I slipped

blown into being on a raspberry breeze

I rose over summer gardens, weightless on giggles

meniscus glistening with twirling colours

welcomed by my mother’s arms

I aged on her palm

This is the first poem I have read on this site and what a wonderfully well constructed and refreshing read it is too.

I don't want to sound too fawny on my first day, but that was a delight.

Much appreciate Luna C and welcome to the Pen