This is a poem that reflects the courage that one may need to step out, let go of old things and embrace new beginnings; it is dedicated to anyone who is on the verge of change.
The child stood alone for a time,
Balloons in hand,
And quietness flooded the place,
Could she dare to let them go?
Blue, Yellow, Green.
Would she ever see them again?
Where would they go?
When would they arrive?
What adventures would they have on their way?
She could not know,
She would never know!
She only knew that the time they had spent together
had come to an end.
With trembling hand, she raised up the first,
be blessed wherever you go!
So, gently was the string let loose
a gust of wind and it was gone. Forever.
The second seemed easier, a flash of yellow,
blurred by the sun.
Then it too was gone.
Drifting lazily along and up
With confidence now, the last balloon was raised,
and, with a small pause of reflection
and a thoughtful stare,
it too was caught up by the breeze.
And its final course was set.
Still, she stood there, time being still,
then, at last, she turned – and there they were,
the new balloons
orange, red and purple.
How beautiful they looked!
Waiting and bobbing in the breeze,
waiting just for her!
Slowly, she reached out
and took hold of the strings,
she let them move in the breeze,
ever so carefully, not letting them go.
Then, moving faster, she let them bob behind her
as she ran down the hill,
into what the new day would bring.