A Message to my Father
By Lynxear
I remember big box kites, that my father built long ago. Flying high among the clouds, wind tossed, back to and fro, He would send up paper messages by the string, we held so tight. “They’re instructions for the pilot!” He would joke to our delight. But now those pleasant days are gone and how I miss him so. That sparkle lost from in his eyes, the friend I came to know. One day I will build a kite, with grandkids, fly it true and send a message to the sky. “Dear Father, we love you!” (c) Jim April 5, 2002A tribute to my father... 1925 - 2002 Written April 5th, 2002 © on Apr 07 2002 04:54 PM PST 0 • 18 • 1
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