Balloons
I brought balloons for my little girl,
All bright and shiny floating on a cloud of dreams.
It seems,
Balloons are meant to be,
For little girls who love their Grandpa.
Someday,
She will speak of clouds afloat,
balloons and such,
Remembering this old man's smile,
Balloon-bright.
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