I Saw Three Yellow Balloons
I saw three yellow balloons,
rise up from the turmoil and the smoke.
Seeking a place of peace,
as they left a place of carnage
spread upon the streets.
I saw three beautiful faces
with loving smiles and gentle spirits.
They flashed upon our screens,
leaving hearts so wholly broken.
I saw those three yellow balloons,
held with innocent anticipation of a marathon victory,
walking quickly to the finish line,
ahead of those two men with menace on their minds.
But in an instant, these three souls
were gently lifted to a place
filled with only PEACE.
Let there be peace.
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Poet's Notes about The Poem
in the Boston Marathon:
Martin Richard, Krystle Campbell, Lu Lingzi
After the bombing, I saw these three yellow balloons gently rising up from the streets. They were so surreal to what was happening below. As it became apparent that three people had died, it made me correlate them to the three yellow balloons as their spirits were gently lifted from the scene.
Then as I saw them again in the news as the FBI released the pictures of the suspects, the three yellow balloons were being carried by a lady in turquoise walking directly in front of the impending doom.
The correlation became concrete.