Kite
You said you wanted to make
a kite, and it must be purple
you said, so we found purple paper
and pink string and sticks and scissorsÂ
and cellotape, and you drew a shapeÂ
on the purple paper, declaring it âkiteâ
and eventually there it was, dangling
ecstatic down the centre of the
banisters, with your sweet, smiling face
above me and the kite dancing in the air.
Rose Cook
published in âSightingsâ Rose Cook (2019 Hen Run)