Balloons and Brothers

(Remembering my younger brother 7th anniversary 12.8.21 forever loved)

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.

Reviews

[Robert Trakofler]

I have always told my siblings that I would be the first to go because I didn't want to mourn their passing! Few things are as indelible as shared childhoods and I cannot imagine the pain you must feel dear Chris:( for that I am so sorry! Having been to the "other side" I also cannot help but see him looking at that sky too and wishing for you as well!

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Bunny, such a lovely review from you and I am so pleased to see you. Hoping your health is improving with time. Take it easy my friend. All the very best to you.

Chris

[JENNY]

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 .

[Chris Shaw]

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

Chris

[DIVYA]

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...

[Chris Shaw]

Dear DIVYA, I know full well that you understand the emotions in this poem and I thank you so much for stepping by to review. You are appreciated.

Chris

[DIVYA]

You are always welcome, dear Chris.

[carl]

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

[Chris Shaw]

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

Chris

[Pauline]

Hello Chris. A beautiful poem of rememberance and so very well written as is your way. (Tomorrow is my Diane's anniversary.)

Pauline.xx

[Chris Shaw]

Anniversaries are difficult Pauline. Brings sadness as well as happy memories. You will know that. You take care and thanks for stopping by this morning. I have been so busy that I need to refocus on my poetry :) xx

[Neville]

This is what I call sad .. but am delighted to be number 51 ............... tis indeed quite something Chris
Neville

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Neville. Yes, it is sad and still after eight years, I smile at his memory and hurt at his loss. I appreciate you.

Chris

[Scott Kris]

I don’t know if you lost a brother or lost a relationship with him.

I felt this poetry. My brother is a stranger to me now. The wounds are deep and the transgressions severe.

I don’t feel I will ever feel the joy of my “little red balloon” or see it floating in my skies ever in this lifetime.

Wow…. Got me teary eyed today.

With care,

Scott.

[Chris Shaw]

Sorry to hear about your brother being a stranger you. Sad to hear that Scott. This poem can be interpreted any way the reader wishes. That's what I love about poetry. For me, I lost a brother to cancer and he is still greatly missed eight years later. I thank you so much for your review.

Chris

[willweb]

I know the saying; time heals all wounds, but I don't believe time can heal them completely and that is probably a good thing. Without memories of ones we have lost, what would we have of them. And yes, sadness does come in the form of memories but so does joy. For not ever having known the person would be worse in my opinion. Your poem really touches my heart though and I really have no authority to speak on this subject because, this loss that you express, I have not felt. Yes, I have lost people in my life but not at an early age or "before their time". But I can still feel and your poem brings that feeling to me. Really nice Chris

[Chris Shaw]

Dear will, thank you so much for your visit and sharing your thoughts about my poem. I am encouraged by your words and pleased that you stopped by. Have a good Sunday.

Chris

[Lisasview]

Hi Chris,
The main issue as I see it is the fact that as we grow older and older our memories seem to invade our days.. I really do suffer with this because so many of my memories are sad ones.. My husband, a Ph.D. Psychologist says that what we remember are the bad times and the good times..The times that had an impact on our lives...
I could feel your grief of losing that red balloon.. Interesting that the minute I read RED I immediately say that balloon in the blue sky.
Really did so enjoy this read dear Chris... so well written
Although so sad to have lost your brother... I feel that the balloon is a metaphor for the loss of you dear brother..
Lisa

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Lisa, interesting to hear what your husband says about memories. Yes I agree. There is much middle ground which doesn't get much attention. Pleased you enjoyed the read. Hope all is good with you. I have had a busy week and not much time for WC. I need to get more focused on my poetry :) Have a good Sunday.

Chris

[Lisasview]

Oh gosh, I too need to get more focused on writing...but right now I am in arts and craft fairs... Oh so very different than the USA..
I need to forget about it and just do piano, painting and writing...not necessarily in that order.
Where in England are you?
My mother was born in Manchester..

[Red Brick Keshner]

This was too painful to read so I hadn't til this moment. The image of the child's balloon being torn away from their grasp only painted too well what happened when they lost their sibling. And the bite of grief is hard that it stains and mars and wounds yet again, the bruising and the scarring shall remain. Oh dear. But time does whittle away the rough edges and the abrasion smoothens. Thanks Chris.

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Freds, eight years ago. The grief has softened. The love grows stronger. Yes, it was raw on the day I wrote this. An old poem out for a breath of fresh air. Have a good Wednesday.

Chris