Fragile Like a Red Balloon
The red balloon inflates with pride, elevates high, soars to the sky.
Dances like a joyous child as mother and daughter are reconciled.
One word is all it takes, lips quiver, hand shakes.
With just one word the red balloon deflates, the heart crushed, tears precipitate.
The inner voice returns once more as the pieces of the red balloon hit the floor.