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

[Lydia Shutter]

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**

[Chris Shaw]

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

Chris

[Farjana Shah Chaity]

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

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you chaity. I appreciate very much your thoughts and your visit. Welcome to my page and thank you for the friend request.

Chris

[Farjana Shah Chaity]

always....my pleasure

[Bhuyanshi Talukdar]

The experience of losing something so dear to us �™�⁠‿⁠�™�

[Chris Shaw]

Thanks for sharing your thoughts. All the best.

Chris

[NormaZ]

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.

[Chris Shaw]

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

Chris

[ProphetsMother]

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

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you for your visit to my oage and for sharing your thoughts. Pleased you stopped by.

Chris

[Patricia]

very well done! great flow, rhythm and rhyme, love the poetic ride through memory lane.

[Chris Shaw]

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

Chris

[Stella Armour]

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 ♥

[Chris Shaw]

Thanks Stella. Anniversaries can be difficult. It was on the 12th but have been very busy. Remembered to post today. He is never that far away:)

Chris

[Stella Armour]

i never had siblings , so i can't pretend to know how sad you must be feeling .
But sending you a ((hug)) and love today ..

[Chris Shaw]

Aw, thank you Stella. I was blessed with two sisters and two brothers. We have always been very close. The loss of a sibling can be devastating, but having them has been the richest of all blessings:) I have never been lonely.

[Stella Armour]

......................♥

[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