I had a balloon in my hand,
I cried to mommy to have it be mine.
Weeks before
It was far away from my reach,
Above my head glinting in the sun
Bumping other balloons softly.

My balloon, it is the color blue,
My favorite, mommy had no clue.
I had a smile on my face
With my balloon in hand.
I was the happiest girl, I thought.
Until I saw another balloon.

The other balloon was fancier.
I ran toward it with a bigger smile.
Not knowing I had let go
My blue balloon flew, forgotten.
I cried once again to mommy
For the fancy balloon to be mine.

But mommy said no.
I only get to have one balloon.
My blue balloon, I just noticed, was gone.
Having so much wanted the fancy balloon,
I lost the only one I had.
Not being able to have the fancy one,
I was left with nothing.

I felt extremely sad.
We walked home,
Only to see my blue balloon
In the hand of another little girl.
It showed me how I cared little
for my favorite blue balloon.
That I allowed it to fly away.