A big bouquet of balloons,
in beautiful colors and hues;
yellows, greens, pinks, and purples,
I gathered together for you.
Birthday gifts for you, my friend,
I'd wrapped so pretty and bright.
I couldn't wait to see your face
on that dark winter night.
But as I headed down the walk
with my arms full of gifts,
I slid in slow-motion,
landing in a snowdrift.
As I picked myself up,
and looked sheepishly around,
I saw all your gifts were scattered
across the wet, snowy ground.
Your balloons floated away
into the star-filled sky.
They were too far from my reach,
and I just wanted to cry.
While holding back my tears,
I gathered what I could.
I would still continue my journey,
just like I knew I should.
I'll see you soon, my dear friend,
but your balloons are no more.
I hope that instead a smile will do,
along with a bunch of hugs galore.