An anti-depressant

My 72nd Birthday Balloon, star-shaped,
Sea-blue, beribboned and bedecked,
After two months
Began to tire and sink.
It made me feel depressed.

The solution was surgical.
I cut the lovely ribbons,
Lightening its burden,
Then went into the garden
And – ah – my Happy Birthday Grandpa
Lived again!
Up,up it soared skywards,
A bright blue balloon in a bright sky.
Catching a southerly breeze
It seemed to sing its message
As it ascended,
Carrying my spirits with it.

I watched until it vanished…
Way to go…

Bedford, May 2008