I let go of the shiny ribbon
And watch as its pace quickens
The ribbon slips away from my fingers
I am longing the feeling to linger
The feeling of freedom
The feeling of joy
The feeling of remembrance
The feeling of peace
The balloon floats way up high
Weightless, dancing through the blue sky
I clutch my heart and say a prayer
I will always keep you locked in there
The balloon slowly begins to fall
Lands on the ground, swept along like a ball
The horse saw the glint of the foil in the hedge
He can just reach it, even if it’s a small stretch
The following morning the girl is met with horror
She approaches the horse with absolute terror
It’s lifeless body lies in the field, that was it’s home
Where it was once free to gallop and roam
The balloon you released to help with your grief
Which gave some comfort, albeit brief
Has turned her world upside down
Her whole body hurts, and she just breaks down.
I know loss is so hard to bear
But please find a kinder way to mark loved ones memories
Sorry if you find this hard hitting bug it’s the sad reality of releasing balloons. 🎈 ❤️
Joanne C Hicks 13/01/2025 copyright ©️
Pembrokeshire Poet
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