The Balloon
There once was a boy just older than two His favorite toy was a balloon With other toys he wanted nothing more to do How he loved the shiny light heart to the moon How the balloon made him giggle How the balloon made him swoon Every time he saw it it made him wiggle How precious, how loved was the dear balloon One day, Dad had a bad day The stress so insistent, built and built Frustration always in the way Oh how this day was the cause of great guilt When Dad blew his top The Balloon was his victim The boy witnessed the grand pop For on this day Dad held little wisdom Broken was the balloon Broken was the sweet boy Broken was Dad that afternoon As they laid to rest joy and the beloved toy A little poem I wrote about an event that took place in our home about 8 months ago. Have you ever intentionally or unintentionally taken someone's joy? Have you ever regretted the way you treated someone? I must say, I have!...