Two kids, two grands and four balloons,
The
older kid in charge,
Morphed
into a balloon class
With
the merriment writ large.
Instructions
varied: “Use your wrists”
Or
“Alternate your hands,”
As
three of us all did our best,
Obeying
the commands.
Balloons
were tapped or lightly punched
And
floated through the air,
The
outside world inconsequential
While
we four were there.
The
“teacher” gave his course a name
And
set it to a tune.
We
“watched, we practiced and we learned”
This
Sunday afternoon.
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