Time Well Spent

When I was only eight years old
My father said to me,
I’ll show you what, your mother’s got
For you to build and see.

I’ll help you if you need me to
Just lay the parts out wide,
When last, attached, the tail in place
He said, “Let’s go, outside.”

We headed toward the pasture
To launch my dream come true,
I held it high, up in the sky
To show its colors, true.

There at the top, a gentle breeze
So we gave the kite some string,
Up it sped, far out ahead
Like a racing, space machine.

The kite was now so very small
And my heart was in a rush
For Dad and son, for years to come
I’d remember, his plan for us.

Maybe, just maybe, when I see him again
We might stroll, through Heaven to see
To search out a knoll, where gentle winds blow
Where kites could be seen in the breeze.