Secrets
I sat and watched my sun kissed child
Tripping along in his own lithesome way,
Stroking the wind with fluid limbs;
The beach belonged to him that day.
Skimming the water and chasing a breeze
And gripping the string of a colourful kite,
A sudden gust whisked them up and away;
I watched them till they were out of sight.
With brown eyes wide and whispers, he told me
He and his kite had reached the sky
And I told him I had a secret too;
On that day my soul had learned to fly.
© Christine Magee
