High As A Kite



I once flew a kite that was gifted to me
The first of nothing else, ever did I see
I know not how it came to be that he gave me
A fathers gift or a barters deal, I do see
Not for reason, that it may be, that means nothing to me
I set that kite myself alone, step by step I tried to see
The image, that my gift would fly, high as a kite, in me
I watched that kite dip and dive, I yelled, dad look and see
As if wings sprouted from my back, carrying me
I floated high to the sky, surely he must see
A child wanting for nothing, but does he love me?

Ax

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