The Kite - a poem

The Kite

Once when a child
And in love with sunny days
A Kite with a broken string
Fell into our garden
In a cascade of Cherry Blossom
As it caught in the arms of that Cherry tree
with the bitter fruit.

We kept it in the Family

I kept it Close to my heart
Its rise and power, its flight
and swoop served me well
And I became a man, a husband and a parent

Then one Christmas day
High on the downs, the heaving breath of life
Threatened heartbreak
As we flew our new gifts
My kite a reflection
of an earlier airborne friend
broke free

Uncontrolled it soared
and dropped, its flight and fancy
took it to the arms
Of a tree less kind
its broken string
and my broken heart.

Now I live alone.

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