First Place Kite Runner Poem
"It Is The Big Day"
by Rosie Scheibel, Auburn High
It is the big day. 
His big
day.
He is going to be loved.
He wraps the glass string around his hand,
Tightly.
He wants
to be loved.
His father watches approvingly, questioning love.
As the kite soars higher, his excitement rises
The little
boy is going to be loved.
His entire life blowing behind his kite.
“Please, God, let me be loved.
Kite, please, don’t fail me now,
We are almost there,
I am
almost loved.
Just hold out a little longer,
We are so
close,
So close
to being loved.
Just one last kite,
Cut this one last kite,
And I will finally be loved.
Here it comes,
The big moment,
Will I be the last kite?
Will I be
loved?
Yes.
I am the last kite.
And I am
loved.
I get my trophy kite,
Blue and tattered,
My trophy
kite.
And I hate myself.”