Mother's balloons

Your balloons floated away today.
You lost hold of them somewhere on Second,
followed them with your eyes as they traveled down Center,
abandoned them to the Sun at 30,000 feet.

And now, as I sit in my study
thinking of sanity
and other irrelevant things,
I see your rainbowed bunch of balloons
float past my window
on their way to nowhere,
never to be held again.


Donia Lilly
28 September 2004