Beautiful Kites

New memories for you now

Kissing the bottoms of your feet

As you tip toe softly out of my heart

Into another

I hold the strings that once

Tied ours together

Lifeless in my hands

As if once stems

For blossoming kites

Beautiful kites

Colors from Monet’s Garden

Beckoned by winds

No string could ever hold

Abandoning the roots

For wings