Our next-door neighbors Joe and Kayla, just had a baby!
We saw the sign this afternoon…
tied to their mailbox…
bouncing in the wind…
a pink, mylar balloon.
I spoke with Joe, the father, who happily exclaimed…
“She’s a seven pound 6 ounce baby girl and Abigail is her name”.
Abigail now joins her brother, Ollie, as their family gets redefined…
“And how is Kayla?” I asked.
Joe smiled…”She is doing fine.”
Deborah and I rejoiced at their news…
remembering when our family was that young…
thinking of all the happiness they’ve yet to encounter
all the songs yet to be sung.
Thinking how lucky they are this family….
for nothing can compare…
to the experiences that await them…
all the love they’ve yet to share.
Thinking how a new world of joy is opening before them…
that all began this afternoon….
tied to their mailbox…
bouncing in the wind…
a pink mylar balloon
Categories:
mylar, baby,
Form: Rhyme
Like helium…my red rose soul
a mylar balloon festooned
with garlands of beveled blue ...snapdragon green
a yellow sun …bursting forth upon my shimmering surface
golden tentacles stretching around the distended orb of my beating heart
Lilting …lifting….soaring ..............upwards
so high…so high …so very very high
I could not care... if I might die
and fall…Icarus de-feathered
back to the tar
…the sick dark hot black tar ...of truth
Categories:
mylar, beautiful, lost love,
Form: Free verse
Hands holding champagne
Allowing all wishes to sparkle
People dancing under Mylar balloons
Pop corn with sweet caramel
Yankees caps with silver trim
Nobody dislikes silly buffoons
Everyone can be one of them
With the New Year's party colorful hats
Yell and be extravagantly festive
Ears deafened by loud music
America celebrates in Times Square
Rome calls for peace everywhere
Entered in Carol Brown's Happy New Year Poetry Contest
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Categories:
mylar, anniversary, food, friendship, holiday,
Form: Acrostic