Hark! The rhythm

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Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Babbling about balloons

Balloons
Big and small
And
Lots of them
In
Bright beautiful hues.
Birthdays
Bring back
Memories from
Baby days
When
Balloons
Used to be
Big time thing
For me.
Right from the ones
That I could dribble
To the ones
Filled with helium
Or perhaps hydrogen
That would waft away
At the first instant of carelessness
And how can I forget
The water balloons
Bought
Basically
For savoring
The burst-splash.
When we were babies
We didn’t need billions
To be happy;
Balloons sufficed.
And today with all
Those trips
To Baskin Robbins,
And
Barista
Something’s amiss.
Baby days,

I want you back.

10 comments:

  1. I like your poem of childhood and balloons!!
    Ann

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  2. I was going to say 'a lot of hot air'," but in a GOOD way!
    ROG, ABC Wednesday team

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  3. Great wisdom in that dear friend!

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    1. Thank you so much. It is so good to hear from you after long time. Hope things are good at your end.

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  4. Wow! You've really captured the memories of childhood fun!

    Leslie
    abcw team

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