“Balloons”

Balloons by Sarra Elgammal

 

 

 

 

While driving along a lonely highway
by the sea, in the middle of the night,

with my baby sleeping at the back seat,
I think of balloons, how much they are

like human memories, luminescent,
translucent, rosy. My mind holds

a magical balloon which encapsulates
my Daddy. I, in turn, am enveloped,

at this very moment, by a magical
balloon inside my baby’s head.

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