I was a grade one boy
April wind whistling from Palilan river
when mama was coming home from remote
elementary school in Sinacaban Barrio as
proud public teacher
her hands filled up with chalk powder as she
tenderly gave me calendar paper for kite making
a dream for every child in every summer

she folded half and cut twice, pasted two broomsticks
as vertical brace
I then made the paper tail
It was my first kite ever

I ran for a dry run at our own ricefield yard
with fishing nylon string
mama pulled the kite, finally
it flew above Jimenez town
unshaken against Misamis wind
until the summer sun hid at Mt. Malindang's back

The paper calendar kite was flying overnight
till the following day
the string remained down the hay
loosen in the ground

jet, my son, nothing is gone
mama clarrified

just look at the sky, there where
your dream kite flies.

Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/1986-paper-kite-story/