I sat down with mark twain today.
And I smoked my dad’s pipe.
I blew bubbles too, smoke bubbles
How magic it was.
To watch the bubble rise
Strike and poof, a wisp of smoke
The little one gazed and laughed.
Amazed by what she saw
Like giant opals, smoke and rainbow
She would try to catch one
Smoke and water, fire with no heat
Her face a glow
Bright as the sun
Warm as summer
As calm and quiet as a snow.
Innocent, free, and beautiful.