The following is a poem inspired a couple of years ago around the time of Father's Day. My father is no longer with us. For all who honor Dad, spend time with him on his special day, or just remember him, I hope you enjoy this!
The "Whys" of a four year old took me by surprise today.
She was about to ask one of me and I didn't know what to say.
"Why" Mommy, "Why do balloons go up up up in the sky?"
What she said next made me want to cry.
She put her finger to her chin as if in deep thought,
I prepared myself to give it all I got….
I sometimes don't know what to say or how to answer her questions so deep.
This one I want to remember, it's a memory I must keep.
For she exclaimed she knows why balloons float up as she counts them…9, 10, and 11
"they go up to be with all the people we love who are in heaven".
She asked if she could let one go,
She said she knows someone who would love the purple one so…
She looked up to the clouds and counted one, two, three.
She let it go and watched it float up so high and free.
My little girl then squeezed my hand and said she felt really good.
For it was for my father, her grandpa, and love it, he really would.
-Anne Boswell
No comments:
Post a Comment