We slipped into this crazy world and wailed,
Now destined not to be the last we'd cry.
At parties we would spin and pin the tail
And watch balloons rise high into the sky.
All colored like the bubbles in a dream,
Now floating high and drifting out of view.
Bright faces glowed amidst the candle's gleam.
I wished a special wish that no one knew.
Out in the yard I watch the children play,
A party now three generations hence,
And sang with all to celebrate the day,
Now happy where balloons and wishes went.
I pray for them to see a day like this.
Perhaps my birthday girl will make that wish.
Written Sep. 20, 2012 for Debbie's birthday contest