The white Balloon……….

A string tied to my finger,
which holds,
my white balloon.
Trying to slip away from my hand,
my white balloon.
Turning me nostalgic,
my white balloon.
Thinking of my father,
while gazing,
my white balloon.
Picturing the wee smile on my face,
when he surprised me with,
a white balloon.
The purity of love,
bestowed on me by my father,
symbolizes,
my white balloon.
He is my guardian and I, his angel,
with a tinge of hope to fly.
His calm, lovely,
Deep eyes,
Love to see me happy,
Depicts a picture taken,
with a white balloon.
Happiness as a word,
doesn’t define the feeling that fills me,
while I draw a smiley writing ‘miss you dad’,
on my white balloon.
I untie,
my white balloon.
Don’t want to, but,
I do let it go,
my white balloon.
Dad will surely get the message,
That his daughter loves him enormously,
Promises,
my white balloon.
As it takes up its flight,
my white balloon…..