"你大了,我老了"
                     这好象是母亲说过的话
                     可风烛残年灯火
                     已在风雨飘摇中
                     燃尽了最后一滴泪
                     早已淡去的
                     一缕青烟
                    怎麽会在天河中
                    飘来这样清新悦耳的歌

                    我彷徨
                    我苦闷
                    我这只断了线的风筝
                    在白云缭绕的缝隙里找寻
                    在鸟儿"啾啾"声里穿梭

                   月亮没有答案
                   满天的星辰
                   也露出了尴尬和苦涩
                   执拗的风筝
                   在晨曦中遨游 
                   薄雾笼罩中的海浪
                   带着潮湿
                   悄悄潜入我的翅膀
                   将我
                   跌入了更深的困惑

                   沙但滩上塞散步的姐姐 
                   弯腰在水边拾起
                   折翅的风筝
                   带回家疗伤

                   一个风和日丽的日子
                   她挽着女儿的小手
                  在沙滩上把恢复生机的
                  风筝放飞

                  误入水中的她
                  望着空中远去的风筝
                  沉思中用心洒着她
                  无言的嘱托
                  "去吧,
                  勇敢的飞吧,小弟
                  你大了,我老了!"
                                               ___仅将此诗献给我可亲可敬的淑梅姐