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On Their Way To Heaven
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Grief & Grieving I stood on my front lawn,
two balloons in my hand,
one pink, one blue.
With tears in my eyes,
I released them.
I sent with them
wishes of love and happiness.
I whispered soft words
as I watched them climb
higher and higher.
I could see them for so long
as they moved farther away
from the earth.
My eyes remained transfixed
upon them as they touched
the edges of clouds,
weaving in and out.
As they reached higher masses
of darker clouds,
in the soft, serene hour
just before sunset,
they looked as though
they were tiny lights,
like stars falling up,
they twinkled.
I watched them
and watched
and watched,
as tears of a Mother's sorrow
and loss fell silently
down my cheeks.
When I could see them no longer,
I waved my hand towards the sky
and whispered,
"They're on their way to Heaven, my baby.
They're on their way to you."
As I returned into the house,
an image flashed in my mind,
the image of my little baby
with downy wings,
reach a tiny hand out of a cloud
and grab ahold of two balloons,
one pink, one blue,
and it was almost as though
I could hear a child-like voice
whisper in my ear,
"They're here, Mommy.
My balloons are here."
