I Wish I Were A Balloon Poem by Sharlene Zeederberg

I wish I were a balloon,
Red with trailing tie,
Drifting in a summer’s breeze
In a clear blue sky.

I wish I could just let go
And float, free and clear
Watch the earth far below.
Empty, free from fear.

I wish I could create a space
That was quiet and still
Where I could sit a while without the pain
Caused by death’s near chill

But I am not a balloon, not free to fly
I am grounded here with you
Watching while you suffer and die
And there is nothing I can do.