The boy with eyes a startling blue,
and skin like a fuzzy peach,
cries at the descent of a balloon.
As if a death,
he's unable to change its course.
His small body shakes with grief,
for moments there is nothing else to see,
but the loss.
The girl, his sister offers him
a small, red ball,
which at first he rejects,
and then is tightly embraced in his small fist.
The two of them nestle around their mother on the bed,
an island perched amongst a sea of scattered toys,
her soft arms encircling each one,
a kiss and squeeze pulling them in to her.
And so they read together, these three,
they are the only ones in the world,
of imagination and delight.