Children Poem

Flying A Kite Poem

A lovely metaphor for raising children.

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Published: February 2006

Children are like kites, you spend a lifetime

trying to get them off the ground. you run

with them until you are both breathless.

When they crash you add a longer tail. They

hit a rooftop you pick them up and comfort

them. You watched them get picked up by the

wind. You assure them that they will someday

fly. Finally they are airborn.They need more

string and you keep letting it out, with each

twist of the ball of twine. There is a

sadness that goes with the joy. As the kite

becomes more distant you somehow know that

the lifeline that held you together will

snap, to soar as it was meant to and alone.


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