at first i saw <br />how father made a kite <br /> <br />it was for me <br />and he taught me how to fly that paper wing <br /> <br />and then i aged <br />and too old to make a kite or fly one like that <br /> <br />got nobody to leave father's kite <br />and so i left it on the road one day <br /> <br />the wind took it away <br />and i did not bother looking where it went <br /> <br />you know <br />there are so many things that i want to lose <br />to forget <br /> <br />at this stage of my life <br />i want to throw everything away <br /> <br />it is the moment of wasting <br />diminution, fading, until no one remembers me <br /> <br />one day a father makes a kite for his son <br />wanting to keep everything intact <br /> <br />valued and loved and spread <br />someone wise as us knew how everything ends <br /> <br />as beautiful as rain that stops to make the road <br />glisten<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/father-and-son-and-the-kite/
