Into the blue

 

Never ever give a toddler a helium balloon,

No matter that it’s tied around his wrist. It won’t always be,

And in that moment when it sails up, a soul escaping,

Smaller and smaller, ‘tilt a pinprick in the blue –

Where? There! Where? Gone –

 

 

In that moment he knows there are places he can’t go

Far more mysterious than the road or the driveway,

Places that only a balloon can go,

Places a balloon would rather be,

Places a balloon will never come back from.

 

That is the moment the toddler will

Know his insignificance, and yours.

That is the moment the toddler will sprout wings

Big enough to match his longings.

You, rooted to the spot, will watch him take off.

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2 thoughts on “Into the blue

  1. oh dear, poor Tane! You don’t know whether to wish that they find immortal longings or that you can protect them for ever. And there’s still Father Christmas and the tooth fairy to go ….

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