He loved how the wind dragged the balloon seller down the High Street, running alongside getting lost in his bubbling rainbow.

He wanted pink – always pink. Pink was for girls. He got blue. On birthdays, Action Man green.

He marched with his green balloon along Parade Street. A special boy on a special day. He couldn’t see any other boys with green balloons.

He cut a sad figure as he waved goodbye and his balloon melded into blue sky. He thought he was the strongest boy in the world. The wind was stronger.

He cried 47 tears.

He turned and caught his reflection in Marks and Spencer’s window. Forty years on, the balloon seller and the child were gone.

He knew it was time to let go.

© Davy D 2017


Poignant & intriguing, exploring how the scars of childhood are often the last to fade & perhaps the highlighting the great responsibility we have as parents.
Great piece Davy

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Obviously there’s much history in your enigmatic post, Davy. ‘The child is father of the man’, and those memories clearly beneficially affect the reflective man you now are.

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    You are right Roland but it also has reflections of a number of people who I spoke to in my time in the police. There are things we hang onto from our childhood that can cause us much hurt. It is only when we reach maturity that we find the strength to let go. Thank you for your insightful comment.


Davy D, this is a brilliant poem and I admire how you in a few bullet points make us feel both the soul of the boy and the man which of course is the same. There are many memories that will rear up but there is a time to let go as you say.
Thank you

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    Thank you for your kind and appreciative feedback Miriam. I am pleased you picked up the main themes and threads. It can sometimes be a hard road to the point of letting go, but worth it when it happens. It can teach us so many valuable lessons.

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I still love balloons, pink ones. Some things in life are hard to let go of, they make us feel safe, protected.

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    A good point Fiona and thank you for giving us a very true alternative view. I think the balance is letting go of the things that can be damaging and that is different for each of us. I like the balloons you get at Halloween and glow in the dark 🙂

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This is profound and so moving!

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This ia very intriguing Davy..

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A child’s sadness becomes a lasting memory. Intriguing piece, Davy.

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Brilliant and poignant, Davy.
Some of the childhood wounds never heal…the scars never fade…but we must find ways to let go and find the joy in today. The past does NOT have to determine our future.

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