Max was a friend of John and Mary McCormack’s sons, John, Mike, and Jamie. John wrote this poem for Max, and Mary has asked me to post it. It is included in John's selected poems, ‘The Trouble with Creation’, published in 2009.
The Kite (For Max)
A boy is like a kite,
bound yet free
and if the wind holds
there is mastery.
Sometimes it will obey
the tug of will against air,
yet a wayward gust may
take it away
anywhere in this sky.
The clouds can hide so much,
yet somewhere a kite is flying
free and wild as a
reckless friendly child.
John McCormack
2006
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