To a Daughter Leaving Home by Linda Pastan
When I taught youat eight to rideA bicycle, loping alongBeside you; As you wobbled awayOn two round wheelsMy own mouth roundingIn surprise when you pulledAhead down the curvedPath of the park; I kept waitingFor the thud; Of your crash as ISprinted to catch up,While you grewSmaller, more breakableWith distance,Pumping, pumpingFor your life, screamingWith laughter, The […]
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