Simple Kite

Sitting down looking at the clock,

fighting past the writers block,

thinking of a theme good enough to write,

into my head pops a simple kite,

flying away in the night sky,

up to heaven it goes so high,

to the loved ones who couldn't stay,

this kite a symbol of times we'd play,

now I see a shining star,

reminder that i've come so far,

too the loved ones that I miss,

longing for a hug or kiss,

by standing out from the crowd,

I go on each day to them proud,

so just by thinking of that simple kite,

this memory I now write!