My two sweet, sweet boys...
I must let you go
and, crawling back through the
gaping hole that is left of me,
Salvage some peace, some purpose
for this loss I endure
in letting you, both,
slip through my fingers,
Like the silken strings of two
helium-filled balloons
that float up and away, skyward
with all, our shared memories,
As you both run to your Mother
saying, 'Mommy, look up at the sky! '
'Somebody must be crying
over those lost Balloons'.
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