A kite for his birthday

Home was in Brighton

We lived close to the racecourse

Son had his birthday

 

It was a fine day

Back in March of ‘sixtyfive

Boy proud of his gift

 

Family of four

Rugged up against the east wind

Set off to fly kite

 

Sea billowed southward

Tip to the north attracted gulls

The piers were westward

 

Kite was soon soaring

And son now had the controls

Kite called out “free me”

 

Son did as was asked

Kite laughed, set off waving tail

On an adventure

 

I ran with son in pursuit

Mother wrapped her scarf round neck

Baby closed her eyes

 

The wind dropped sadly

Kite fell and snagged on a fence

But baby slept on