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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

Date: 7/28/2023 4:11:00 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
Date: 7/31/2023 1:49:00 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

Date: 7/27/2023 4:53:00 PM

very interesting, memories are forever indeed, thanks

Tom Valles
Date: 7/27/2023 4:58:00 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.