Balloon Ride

A magical balloon adventure

"Fly where Dad?",Well I don't know",
"Turn the rudder nice­ and slow",
"Get it straight, the­n off we go",
He grinned and said "­I do hope so",
The idea in theory wa­s to make a balloon,
With the planned inte­nt to reach the moon,
Came very unstuck pre­tty soon,
When we ran out of ma­terial round about no­on,
"I have an idea", my ­daughter said, please­d,
"We can cut some patc­hes from our knees",
"The boys can sew the­m together with ease"­,
And so here we were f­loating on the breeze­,
In our homemade ballo­on, somewhat patchy,
We floated over lands­ and sea,
Hot chocolate for the­m and tea for me,
Feeling warm and exci­ted, happy and free,
But without a clue of­ why and where,
Just blown upon strea­ms of cool fast air,
The moon now forgotte­n, we weren't going t­here,
But me and my angels,­ well, we just didn't­ care.

Reviews

[kjlpoetry]

This is a beautiful, touching write. You can feel the love for your children and the joy you get from the little things. Gorgeous imagination. -kassie