Balloon Child Born of my lungs, Each breath makes me Weaker, Dizzy light-headed stumbling As you grow Fatter, Sucking away my life. His back turned, Oblivious To your rapid growth And my rapid Downfall, Comments idly On the weather and Changing winds, Bringing with it an icy Loneliness, As you float away To new heights. Leaving me Alone with a Faded photograph That I can flash around at parties And gatherings of Pathetic, breathless women, Impressing them With tales of things (You never did).
Rachel Zarrop's Questions:
1. It is obvious what the poem is about? (a child growing up and leaving its
2. Does the metaphor of a balloon work in this context?
3. Does the poem flow correctly?