Children Are Like Kites
Children are like kites.
You spend your lifetime trying t get them off the ground.
Your run with them until you're breathless...they crash...
You add a longer tail...they hit the rooftop...
You pluck them out of te spout...you patch and comfort,
Adjust a grow.
You watch them lifted by the wind and asure them that
Someday they'll fly.
Finally,they are airborn,
But they need more string and you keep letting it out
And with each twist of the ball of twine,
There is a saddness that goes with the joy,
Because the kite becomes more distant,
And somehow you know that it wont be long befor that
Beautiful creature will
Snap the lifeline that bound you togeather and soar as it was
Meant to soar free and alone.
Only then will know that you did your job
AUTHOR UNKNOWN
You spend your lifetime trying t get them off the ground.
Your run with them until you're breathless...they crash...
You add a longer tail...they hit the rooftop...
You pluck them out of te spout...you patch and comfort,
Adjust a grow.
You watch them lifted by the wind and asure them that
Someday they'll fly.
Finally,they are airborn,
But they need more string and you keep letting it out
And with each twist of the ball of twine,
There is a saddness that goes with the joy,
Because the kite becomes more distant,
And somehow you know that it wont be long befor that
Beautiful creature will
Snap the lifeline that bound you togeather and soar as it was
Meant to soar free and alone.
Only then will know that you did your job
AUTHOR UNKNOWN