Balloons go to Heaven
String held tightly in his hand, a balloon above his head,
"don't let it go, or it will fly" is what his mother said.
He reaches up, but it's too late, his mother waves goodbye,
his eyes begin to fill with tears, and then he starts to cry.
His mother kneels, and tells him, "your balloon will go so far,"
"for the Angels, they are waiting, right behind a star."
They love the gifts we send them, in heaven, they surround,
all the loving people, taken from the ground.
She wipes his tears, and hugs him, "your Grandma, knows it's true,"
"the balloon that went to heaven, was for her, and it's from you."
Patricia Minicozzi
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