they need balloons
in heaven
she says
& every year
on her mother’s birthday
she buys a dozen
red ones
& looses their ribbons
all at once
watching
until sky
swallows all that
redness
she calls remembering
& I call love
22 thoughts on “her ritual”
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Acts of love so beautifully described!
Thank you. I thought it was a wonderful thing to do.
Beautiful
THanks, SFAM. I think I will have to copy this in March, for my mom.
definitely
So very sweet, so touching. Thank you for sharing this, Susan.
Thanks, George. When a friend told me she does this every year, it seemed like such a wonderful way of remembering her mother.
It is beautiful, Susan. It connects universally, touching indeed.
Really beautiful lines … loved it
Thanks, you two!
redness pounds, it beats within ME as I read this.
amazing, this language of yours!
Awww, thank you, Mari!
Long day ends with a smile.
Thanks, Nelle. Has been a long day…
This a gentle and touching. And for some reasons makes me think of a French film with its quiet, poignant gestures.
Thank you! You know what? It DOES kind of have that feel to it
A little like “The Little Red Balloon.”
Yes–a little. Used to watch that movie once a year in elementary school, if we are thinking of the same one…
We are. It’s the quiet gestures of the poem (and in that film) which come to mind. I realize the sentiments are different. But there is a beauty to children with balloons that always speaks to me and the way balloons can symbolize hope or be an instrument of it.
You are spot on again, as usual. I could see the common thread as soon as you mentioned the movie.
Ow sweet!
Thank you–going to do this next spring!