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I AM A PURPLE BALLOON
I am a purple balloon rising with the air~
I am a purple balloon ascending without a care!
I am a purple balloon with awesome flair!
I am held by my makers hands~
Tied and released to a small boys grasp.
My string is strong and sturdy~
As I am clutched with treasured hold.
To this tiny tot~
I am special~
In his world I am purple gold.
He walks me proud toward the parade~
For us to watch many of the brigade.
I float above and in front of~
Many a human face.
Purple I shine for the clown~
Whom meanders down the road~
Purple I float amongst~
The whole gazing crowd unfurled in tow.
My little boy sees lollipops~
Thrown by this funny clown~
His body moves to pick them up~
As I am let go “I frown”.
Let go! “away I fly!”~
So fast it is clear~
I am loose to soar free!
My boy has let me go~
To climb and flutter in the breeze!
I hear his cries to his parents~
“My balloon Mommy grab it”!
I see his tears come down~
As I am a purple run away without a hitch~
Loosened from the stable ground~
I have lost my safety nitch!
Like I have wings of grandeur~
I take to the colder air~
Sadden now I lost my boy~
I dawdle in a current in the atmosphere.
My appearance grows smaller~
To comforting parents~
My impression almost gone~
To a tiny tot in the mass~
I can still see his sadness.
I forget now my owner~
As I pass the grand lands.
Birds look quizzically at my purple~
Where I elapse!
As I whoosh in the currents of wind~
I wonder where I will go?
Than hours later it seems~
I will descend amongst~
The variety of trees below.
A river bed beneath now beckons to me~
I see many different rocks~
As well as colorful years past autumn leaves.
I now realize once again~
I am blundered away from~
Whom I loved~
Now snagged and tugged on a branch~
Where no one might ever see~
My purple brilliance caught to rest~
My air now torn from me.
I now deflated lie waiting for someone~
To recognize my once purple vividness.
I rest here now with rubbery decaying silence~
I dream of a hand to newly revere me~
In the same loving kindness.
For now I yearn~
For once again I wish to be~
A purple balloon rising in the air~
A purple balloon ascending without a care!
Needing a tiny tot to admire me~
I the purple balloon with awesome flair!
Lisa J. Warner