Balloons and Brothers

Balloons and Brothers

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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(Remembering my younger brother 7th anniversary 12.8.21 forever loved)

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A gust of wind whipped my balloon,
on string tucked in my hand it tugged.
My fingers felt the final slip,
I held on tight but lost my grip,
I watched aghast it sailed away.

I've not forgotten that day when
my young voice strained and screamed out loud.
My loss etched deep, a child's despair
as floating red, reclaimed by air,
my smile replaced by blue dismay.
 
I search this morning's pink streaked sky
recall our childhood you and I.
As sun wakes up to warm my soul,
my sorrow breaks, I'm far from whole,
those thoughts of you bleed through and often.
Grief bites hard, yet time can soften.

© 2021 Chris Shaw


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Chris, I can identify with this one. While I am an only child, I spent most of my childhood with my cousin. When someone you have shared so much with is gone, it seems as though the memories get blurry. The honest emotion in this poem resonated with me. The rhythm and rhyme of your lines makes for a lovely flow. May the memory of your brother always be a blessing to you. Lydi**

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you Lydi** I appreciate your share here. Your review is encouraging and your thoughts kind. read more


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The way you blend memories of loss with the sunrise of hope reflects the resilience of the human spirit. Your words resonate powerfully, reminding us that while grief may linger, time can gradually mend our wounds ~ chaity

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you chaity. I appreciate very much your thoughts and your visit. Welcome to my page and thank .. read more
Farjana Chaity

1 Year Ago

always....my pleasure
The experience of losing something so dear to us �™�⁠‿⁠�™�

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thanks for sharing your thoughts. All the best.

Chris
I love the metaphor of the ballon, so hard to let go. Knowing that in time grief will hurt less, but right now, that doesn’t help to ease the pain. Lovely poem.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Many thanks Norma for your kind words. Pleased you stopped by.

Chris
You pulled up a good memory for me about signs you see in life and God trying to show you glimmers of hope. Every old person I've talked to never felt their age so they never really grew old. It's nice when you don't lose your spark I like it

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you for your visit to my oage and for sharing your thoughts. Pleased you stopped by.
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Chris, I can identify with this one. While I am an only child, I spent most of my childhood with my cousin. When someone you have shared so much with is gone, it seems as though the memories get blurry. The honest emotion in this poem resonated with me. The rhythm and rhyme of your lines makes for a lovely flow. May the memory of your brother always be a blessing to you. Lydi**

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you Lydi** I appreciate your share here. Your review is encouraging and your thoughts kind. read more
very well done! great flow, rhythm and rhyme, love the poetic ride through memory lane.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you dear Patricia for your encouraging review. Have a great day.

Chris
I don't think grief ever goes away Chris, especially on days like this when all those memories come flooding back.
A quiet day for you then .... a day of love and reflection ♥

Posted 1 Year Ago


Stella Armour

1 Year Ago

i never had siblings , so i can't pretend to know how sad you must be feeling .
But sending.. read more
Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Aw, thank you Stella. I was blessed with two sisters and two brothers. We have always been very clos.. read more
Stella Armour

1 Year Ago

......................♥
Life is all about riding a bike without a fuel gauge full of uncertainties.
Though loosing dear ones is something we can never come above but we can find ways to feel better by doing good deeds .


Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much Jenny for stopping by to leave your thoughts. They are most welcome.

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Dear Chris,
These words bring on tears...
Indeed, we are far from whole, we'll never be.
A part of us goes away with them.
That childhood has gone away to live forever in that pink streaked sky.
Time softens grief, the void remains.
Your pen moves me always...

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Dear DIVYA, I know full well that you understand the emotions in this poem and I thank you so much f.. read more
Ayvid N

1 Year Ago

You are always welcome, dear Chris.
This is really a nice piece of work. Great flow to the reading, great visual images and expression. "thoughts of you bleed through and often" great capture of emotion. thanks for posting. -carl

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Many thanks Carl. I appreciate your kind review. All good wishes.

Chris

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