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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
there is nothing I can do. thanks, God is there to do only. I invite you to read my poems and comment.