Your Balloon

Take my hand

And I’ll float away

And I’ll be a balloon on a rainy day

Tugging you onward, teaching you to play

And see the wind as a misunderstood game


When you grow tired

And need to rest your feet

We can sit on a bench near an apple tree

See the deepest reds and the brightest greens

Still, I’ll be with you, bobbing patiently


One day you might

Just loosen your grip

Between your sweet fingers, I will slowly slip

I will look down to see your trembling lips

But forever, I’m yours – this I promise


On a rainy day

Near the windowsilll

You will look outward at the wind and the chill

And the cold autumn air will bring me lower still

And there, in your garden, I will start to unfill


All winters must

Be treated with care

I no longer float, but I never despair

I could tell you of the world – how I’ve been here and there

But for all of the rain and the wind and the air

I was always above you, I never went anywhere


Photo by Denisse Leon on Unsplash

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