The Last Balloon

How could you Leave so unexpected

Leaving me feeling lost and neglected

While every father’s day

I wished someone would just take it all away

 

If I could, I would turn the clock back

So I could remember all the piggybacks

You used to give to me

Before my heart was burning so chaotically

 

Who knew I would have to grow up so fast

After I knew that breath you took was your very last

All the notes in the balloons

We would send up every afternoon

In the chill of November

Notes I could always remember

 

“I hope heaven is nice, I miss you”

“I hope they celebrate your Birthday, they need to”

“Happy birthday again daddy, I love you”

“Happy birthday again daddy, you’re getting old…

 

I Miss you”

 

I wrote notes about getting A’s in school

I wrote notes about things that were miniscule

I shoved them inside the balloon

I watched them while they strewed

I hoped you’d read them with a smile

Because you’d always go the extra mile

 

For me

 

One year, the notes would end

I realized you would never comprehend

What I was trying to say

Well, I don’t need you to stay

And linger around for me

Like some old, blurry memory

 

I had to grow up big and strong like you

Because I knew I had to

Because Life isn’t fair

Because sometimes it’s a nightmare

Sometimes it leads you nowhere

Sometimes you feel like a millionaire

 

And Sometimes

 

You have to grow up

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
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