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Balloons As a child I was amazed by circus tents on sunny days. I stared in awe as pretty girls did somersaults and twists and twirls. I loved to watch the horses prance and all the funny monkeys dance. The room was loud, the lights were bright, kids faces full of sheer delight. My dress was made with polka dots, I gobbled cotton candy lots! A crazy clown said, "Close your eyes", the posies were a sad surprise. The most excitement I had planned was bright balloons clutched in my hand. The years passed by, I turned fifteen, not child nor grown, but in-between. In awe I watched the boys who fight in clean pressed shirts and ties too tight. I stared at girls from my hometown all wearing Cinderella's gown. The room was hushed, the lights were low, and candles cast romantic glow. My dress was made from pink chiffon that tiny sequins danced upon. The boy I loved said, "Close your eyes", the roses were a sad surprise. The most excitement I had planned was bright balloons clutched in my hand. I guess I'm grown, that's what they say, I just know time has passed away. When I was young I thought that I should catch balloons, not let them fly. The room is still, the lights are dim, the organ plays a quiet hymn. My dress is made from something black, I turn my head and don't look back. Because my loving mother's passed, we both have found our peace at last. So, when my friend said, "Close your eyes", the lilies were a sweet surprise. I know balloons aren't meant to stay, they need to float, up and away. |
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