Their Child
Blue foil floating with helium
A bloated star
Stark against the snow,
Given to a young boy by adoring parents
With whom he’d spent long hours.
Talked. Laughed. Played.
His blue balloon carries the dreams
He no longer can.
Its silver string tied to the flowers
At the foot of his tombstone.
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