Katie And Her Kite

Katie And Her Kite

The smile on her face was brighter than the sun surrounding her.

I couldn’t help but laugh as her infectious giggle rode the wind.

“Make it go higher daddy!” she said while running by my side.
Her voice fluttered with every step she took through the sand.

With her hands cupped above her eyes and her head tilted,

I chuckled thinking she looked like she would fall over backwards.

I watched her eyes follow every move that little yellow kite made.

It was then I realized, how much she looked like her mother.

As she stood by my side I asked, “Do you want to fly it?”
She nodded with excitement as I took her hands into mine.

“You have to hold on tight and don’t let go”, I said with a smile.

“Ok daddy” she replied as the kite hovered high in the air above.

Suddenly her expression turned from pride to curiosity,

“What happens if I let go of the string?” she asked.

“Well, the kite will fly higher and higher until it’s out of sight.”
Satisfied with my answer, her smile returned once again.

We flew our kite for hours that bright and sunny afternoon.

Our laughter filled the air as we cherished every minute of that day.

Then suddenly her smile changed and a look of peace donned her face.

Without warning, she let go of the string and raised her arms to the sky.

We both watched as the kite climbed until it was gone.
A little puzzled, I looked at her and asked, “Why did you let it go?”

“It was so much fun daddy, I wanted to give mommy a turn”.

I gave her a hug and whispered, “Your mother would be proud of you.”

As we made our way back from the sand dunes that day,

I stopped and turned for one last look into the sunset.

I could only picture her mother smiling while flying that kite.
It was then I knew, this would always be a day to remember.

~ By Brian K . Walters

The Performance

The Performance


My ticket was the warm cup of coffee in my hands.
As I entered the theater the screen door slammed
My red carpet was the old faded rug by the door
I sat in the balcony to enjoy the view from my porch

With great anticipation I waited for the show to begin
As my cheeks were gently tickled by the morning wind
The orchestra of songbirds began to gently play
As the curtain of darkness was lifted by the light of day

Bright and amazing colors of the sunrise began the light display
As a soft golden hue slowly overtook the lazy morning gray
The character of the fog silently receded from the stage
Unveiling a lake of glass still sleeping beneath the haze

The pure and simple beauty as well as the peace of this place
Presented a performance which could never be replaced
From the edge of my seat on the old porch swing
I sat in awe and wondered what the next act would bring

A beautiful pair of swans began their loving dance of grace
I could just sense the loyalty in their hearts and on their face
Pleading for an encore I hoped this show would never end
Yet I know for this performance I’ll return again and again.

With a great sigh of contentment I rose from my seat
Comforted by the knowledge this show would repeat
As I turned to witness the curtain of darkness fall
I knew I had seen the greatest performance of all

Brian K. Walters ©2007 Brian K Walters

Candlelight

Candlelight

A soft golden glow bathes the room in its warmth
The world stops for a moment …
Time stands still and allows our trials and worries
To fade into a tranquil blanket of peace and security

A softhearted melody emerges in the background
Giving birth to the personality of the night
White curtains of lace flirt with a summer breeze
As playful shadows dance freely across the room

Framed memories of yesterday adorn a dusty mantle.
While next to them lie a fragrant bouquet of crimson roses
Dusting the air with their sweet scent of serenity
Soon a gentle night rain begins its lullaby

A pair of shining footprints reflect the candlelight
In a path leading from a warm bath to the bedroom
Light sounds of passion and laughter echo off the walls
As this home is filled with the beauty of love and life

By Brian K. Walters