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The Blue Balloon

The reality of this miracle cannot be accurately served
Could it really be conveyed if I put it into words
The loss of a child will strip you bare
It tears out your heart till nothing is there
Your spirit is crushed and with no hope in sight
Along comes a miracle to show us the light.

A miracle it did happen one day to me
Something physical, I needed to see
A blue balloon in my bedroom, I saw
That was used at the funeral the day before 
It broke free from a bunch that were all tied together
This miracle will stay in my heart forever.

It tapped against the window above my head
Then floated down in front of me and hovered over my bed
Then back to the ceiling and over to the door
It stayed there a while so I chose to ignore
I looked up again it had made no sound
It was closer to me now as it floated around 
I left the room with the sliding door almost closed
I did not comprehend this miracle, I suppose.

There is something going on with bathrooms and me
Something the spirit world, I’m convinced think funny
I made a coffee and went to the bathroom door
Inside was the blue balloon wedged, in a corner close to the floor 
It’s not possible; it cannot be
I ran to the bedroom and opened the door to see
This miracle, this amazing blue balloon 
It somehow managed to escape from this room.

I released this balloon but there it did stay
It just hovered in front of me till I pushed it away
It then sat in front of me perched on the floor
Then it followed me down the hall to the door
Up to the ceiling this blue balloon it would soar
And back to the ground it would go once more
It finally left me so I followed it to see
This blue balloon was now intriguing me.

To the living room it went, where guests were sleeping
It tapped on ones’ back, then slowly creeping  
Over to the window, it went up again 
Where a glass angel at the top, did hang 
To the angel it hovered then down once more
It bounced under a side table and sat on the floor  
A photo of the child was sitting above this balloon
A spirit that was just recently lost, far too soon. 
So this is the miracle that came to me that day
By sharing it with you, I hope it may help you in some way
Miracles are around us all of the time
And this one was meant for me, my own little sign.

Written by
Vicki Darcy



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