The balloon wafting softly on the evening breeze, its string tangled firmly on the limb of a tree, caught my eye as I sat on the bank of the pond catching tadpoles with my brothers as my dad looked on. "Daddy I want" I began to cry, pointing to the balloon waving in the sky. "The balloon is much too high" he said. Let's catch more tadpoles instead. "Get for me daddy, balloon, balloon!" Like Superman flying to the moon. "You can do it daddy, for me, for me!" We raced to the tree in the warm afternoon. Walking home later muddy hands held tight to a jar full of tadpoles we set free that night and tethered to my wrist, waving in the breeze was the bright, red balloon that Superman caught for me. Follow FB, Instagram, Twitter: @WVPoetrygirl
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Aww this is such a sweet poem! I definitely lived a version of this story a few times.
Thank you.