In the sky, hot air balloons glide
A sight that stirs emotions deep inside
Each colorful orb, a dream in flight
But in their beauty, shadows alight
Sadness creeps in, a heavy veil
For unfulfilled dreams that gently wail
I didn’t make his dreams come true
A promise broken, a bond askew
His father’s vow, a ride in the sky
A broken pledge, a whispered lie
I’m left alone, with memories dear
Of a son I miss, his laughter far from near
Hot air balloons, a poignant sight
A reminder of loss, in the fading light
I’m just sad, in the silence, I weep
For a son lost, in dreams so deep
When my son was 4 years old, his father decided to join the ARMY. He did not discuss this with me ahead of time, he only told me two weeks before he was leaving in hopes of avoiding family court, which he was unsuccessful. He promised our son that he would take him for a hot air balloon ride when he got back. My son is now almost 20 years old, and has never been on a hot air balloon ride. We did visit New Mexico when my son was 5, but the hot air balloon festival was already over for the season.
I was driving home from my Grandparents house the other day, and there were a couple of hot air balloons in the sky. I was instantly reminded of yet another way I failed my son.
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