Whenever I see the children play
Flying their kites in the skyÂ
It takes me back in time
Where I began dreaming of soaring high.
That kite in the sky is my dream
While in my hand is a thread, my will.
It is Me, my will and my dream
It is all up to me.
Shall I keep on holding on to this thread
Or let go of it instead?
As it dances in the sky
The wind is testing how far it can fly.
Is my thread strong enough
To hold my dreams up above?
If not, how shall I protect my dream
From flying away from me?Â
As the children plays
I see their smiling faces.
If a child can hold those threads firmly in their hands,
What more can I do?
It is something so simple and trivial
But it made me see all the possibilities
Of holding on to our dreams firmly as we make it.
-Angelica Mabubay