On top of my nose
it sat.
With dish soap bubble dripping finger
she touched it and named it
making me giggle.

But when I grew up
it disappeared.
I didn't notice with life, 
kids, house, husband, friends,
making me busy.

Now that I'm older
it's back.
Not on top of my nose, but my hands. 
It's brought friends and renamed itself
making me old.