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Children
You spend a lifetime trying
to get them off the ground.
You run with them
until you’re breathless.
They crash they hit rooftops…
you patch and comfort,
adjust and they’ll fly.
Finally they are airborne.
They need more string
and you keep letting it out.
But with each twist of the
ball of twine, there is a
sadness that goes with joy.
The kite becomes more distant
and you know it won’t be long
before that beautiful creature
will snap the lifeline that
bind you together.
And they will soar as
they’re meant to soar…
free and alone.
And you know you have
Done your job. |
