Father And Son And The Kite Poem by RIC BASTASA

at first i saw
how father made a kite

it was for me
and he taught me how to fly that paper wing

and then i aged
and too old to make a kite or fly one like that

got nobody to leave father's kite
and so i left it on the road one day

the wind took it away
and i did not bother looking where it went

you know
there are so many things that i want to lose
to forget

at this stage of my life
i want to throw everything away

it is the moment of wasting
diminution, fading, until no one remembers me

one day a father makes a kite for his son
wanting to keep everything intact

valued and loved and spread
someone wise as us knew how everything ends

as beautiful as rain that stops to make the road
glisten