The Kite

Excitement
Overwhelmed him.
His eyes bright
With anticipation.
He did not want to
Wait.

Mother cautioned gently.
He did not hear.
He was already
Outside.

He ran with it.
Strained
To have the wind
Carry it.
A gentle breeze made his
Wish come true.

He could fly!
Like the kite!

Then, just as quickly—

The tree
Grabbed it
From his string leash.
He could not
Make it come
Or heal.

Wingless,
Dejected,
He turned toward home.
Small steps,
Barely holding back the
Tears.

Mother opened the door
To reveal
Her heart,
Her wisdom.

And on the table—
A second kite.

1/31/06