Jordy’s balloons



after the funeral
outside to inevitable
sun


watching his eight year old mates release purple/
white balloons shrinking into a perfect blue sky


a week’s
grieving
spent


relieved children smiling laughing faces upturned sunflowers seeking
light warmth celebrating his life intent eyes on diminishing orbs


but on
fear-engraved
faces


the aching eyes of every parent on their own
child seeing them disappear in an instant





like balloons.


© rob walker.

[I wrote this a while back after attending the funeral of a little boy I’d taught who was killed by a car while jumping a puddle. It’s pretty depressing stuff, but it needed to be said. I’d be interested to see what anyone can do with it musically.]

rob