Tom Valles Poet Rhyme

Boston Kites and Memories

We loved when dad would call
For some paper, string and sticks.
He'd ask for flour in a cup
And show us other "tricks."

He'd take a simple grocery sack
And lay it on the floor,
Then mark a border 'round it,
Notch the sticks and more.

He'd mix the flour and water
To make a basic glue,
They lay the sticks across
And tie them taut and true.

The paper next, he would affix
And the "Boston" flare took shape.
It was not like all other kites
With it's rustic, six-point drape.

We watched with eager eyes
As our kite was finally formed.
We got the string and tail attached,
And a dream for flight was born.

Then out we'd go, to let'm soar
Embracing times together.
While short the flight of Boston Kites,
The memories are forever.

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Panagiota Romios July 28, 2023 at 4:11 PM Tom! Delightful verses of fond and very clear memories of love and simplicity with your Dad. His love love, life and sensitivity! It’s very apparent in these touching lines of verse. Thank you for sharing these loving and clear-cut memories with us. Pangie. Tom Valles July 31, 2023 at 1:49 PM Pangie, it's an honor to hear from you. Thank you so much for your gracious comments and encouragement. It was a heart-write for sure remembering my dad.

Yann Rolland July 27, 2023 at 4:53 PM very interesting, memories are forever indeed, thanks Tom Valles July 27, 2023 at 4:58 PM Thanks for commenting Yann. This was a great memory for me as my dad used to make us these kites when we were little. He grew up very poor, but made great use of what he had access to. Sure missing my dad today.