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Children are like Kites
You spend a lifetime trying to get
them off the ground.
You run with them until you are both
breathless.
They crash, you add a longer tail.
They hit the rooftop, you pluck them
out of the downspout.
You patch and comfort, adust and
teach.
You watch them lifted by the wind
and assure them that someday
they'll fly!
Finally they are airborne, but they
need more string;
You keep letting it out and with each
twist of the ball of twine,
there is a sadness that goes
with the joy.
Because the kite becomes more
distant,
And somehow you know that it won't
be long,
before that beautiful creature
will snap the lifeline
that bound you together
and soar as it was meant to soar,
free and alone!
Read more about my budding hockey star
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