I passed by a cemetery today... |
White Balloons I passed by a cemetery today and saw a small crowd dressed in dark clothes on a late spring day, holding white balloons. Attentively, these gifts of honor salute the sky the sky lined with gray clouds, filled with moisture forming into droplets falling upon them. Did they notice? I glance some folded umbrellas perhaps a few fearing a burst of the delicate offerings above. They stand sentry still stealthily grieving one whose fight was lost who sits among the clouds free-spirited, yet so stealthily spirited away. They wait, awaiting words, words that will remind them it's time to let go go in peace remember ... move on. Does anyone hear them? What lesson of loss would be taught learned or preached that could comfort their soul? They stand, lean and wobble cheeks streaked with wetness ... not from the rain. Did he die in pain? A girl clung to her mother’s waist, her balloon sagging lower than the others. Was that her brother? A child is being buried today--in soggy soil surrounded by sweet prayers supportive loved ones, and those balloons ... those hauntingly still, white balloons Can he feel their love? I passed by a cemetery today and saw the white balloons A tribute to a child taken too soon. 43 Lines Free verse |