Roann Mendriq Poems
Poetry For Children: Flying With My Kite
A brilliant day to fly my kite,
Where else? But on our beach!
Dad holds it fast, with all his might,
Mum hoists it out of reach.
It's a beauty of a handmade kite,
of light bamboo; tissue paper;
A royal golden eagle sprite,
given to fancy flights of caper!
It soars into the bright blue skies,
Wind borne on capricious wings;
High above the sea it flies,
Me, holding steadfast to its string.
It flies right into a cotton cloud,
It's reaching far and free!
'Let it go! ' laughs Dad aloud,
Mum claps her hands with glee!
Let silence be your cloak, your shield,
Let words not cheat, betray;
Let angry thoughts, your hurting heart,
stay hidden as you pray.
For words are but mere letters
composed to hurt, provoke;
Let silence be your shield,
Let silence be your cloak.