Children Are Like Kites
You spend years trying to get them off the ground.
You run with them until you are both breathless.
They crash...they hit the roof...you patch,
comfort and assure them that
someday they will fly.
Finally they are airborne.
They need more string and you
keep letting it out.
They tug, and with each twist of twine
there is sadness that goes with joy.
The kite becomes more distant and
you know it won't be long before
that beautiful creature will snap
the lifeline that binds you together
and will soar as meant to soar...
free and alone.Only then do you
know that you have done your job.