Bubbles

Time and place change everything,

even the way children play.

I was a kid of the ’80s,

if we felt like blowing bubbles,

we rubbed our palms in detergent

and blew through it.

It needed work, precision,

abundant patience

sometimes we got lucky

and saw a few irregular bubbles.

Here, my kids have bubble guns,

filled with detergent,

they just press a trigger

and thousands of spherical bubbles

float everywhere.

Bubble wonderland,

reflecting rainbow colors,

kids giggling with joy,

taking it for granted.

I have seen both generations,

I think how technology changes,

lifestyle varies.

Modern kids will never know

the efforts of their parents,

the struggles ancestors.