Monday, December 21, 2015


the kites were there:
and diamonds
blues, greens
reds, yellows
kites big and small
on the south wall
the east wall
the north wall
of a baby's room
and blessings

of gentle winds
to carry him high
and carry him far
through all the trials
and storms of life
to the welcoming goodness
of those he would love
and loved him in return

kites for now
and kites for then
and for forever

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