One Sunny Day

Image provided for by Monday's Child/Illustration by Kay Akers

One Sunny Day

One sunny morning…

            …I headed out with Mike.

                and I spied a wee tyke

                of a girl on a trike.  I

                saw she was with her mum

                who pushed a pram, by gum.

                I waved, and then I said, “Hi!”

                She grinned and then looked up

                and so did Mike, my pup.

                So, I too looked towards the sky,

And so did everyone else in my building.

One sunny morning…

            …My brother crowed, “Guess what?

                There was a string I cut

                which was tied on a balloon

                so now the thing can soar

                ‘til we see it no more.

                Think it can fly to the moon?!”

                My grandma answered, “Yes!

                In fact, that is my guess.

                I think it should get there soon.”

And soon, I think it might have done just that!

One sunny morning…

            ...Windows were unshuttered.

                Ooohs and ahhhs were uttered.

                We all watched the balloon rise.

                The small girl said to me,

                “Can I come by for tea

                later, so we can reprise

                another air-borne sight?”

               “I think that sounds just right,”

                I did extemporize

And my spirits flew upward, just like that balloon.

One sunny morning…

            …I took Mike for his walk.

                At the sky, I did gawk

                whilst I sang a happy tune.

                Mike seemed to like my song

               ‘cause he howled right along.

                It's all due to a balloon:

                the way it can make light

                on a sun-filled moon-flight.

                What might be this afternoon?

                              

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Notes:  Poetic Form is Balassi Stanza.  For more info on it, please see The Poets Garret.  

I love this illustration!  It's fun and has a narrative all its own.  Although pink (ish) it actually reminded me of the 1956 movie, The Red Balloon, particularly the part at the end of the movie where the balloons, with seemingly a life of their own, take to the sky with a little boy.  To me, it means that you never know where one small incident might lead you, but also, that there is always hope.