My Kite

A child I was

I dared to want

But did not need

That big red kite

On the grocer’s wall.

I wanted that kite

With all my might

But “money is tight”

My parents’ said,

 I bowed my head.

“You’ll have no kite store-bought

You’ll make one as you ought

You just need to be taught.”

Home, my kite came together

All ready for windy weather:  We used

Newspaper for the face

Thin scraps of wood for the frame

Ribbon for the tail, and

Twine for the guide line.

A child I was

I dared to fly

March wind roared

My kite soared

My parents never failed me!

Virginia Wylie

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Virginia resides in Brookdale Orange City, Florida and is the author of the poetry that appears here. The views and opinions expressed in this poetry are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect those of Brookdale Senior Living.

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