My Tricycle

With a smile upon my face and a twinkle in my eye I rode my sister's tricycle with an accomplished sigh Traveling as fast as my three year old legs could carry me Feeling the wind in my hair, I was filled with joyous glee. But my happiness was short lived and came to an abrupt stop When my sister ordered me off her bike like a seasoned cop "It's my turn and my bike", she said with an anguished pout Then dad whispered in my ear, "Don't worry honey, it will all work out." The very next day, I had a new tricycle of my own Feeling for the first time that I was almost half grown My eyes must have shone as bright as my shiny red bike Till I noticed the jealously on my sister's face showed her dislike There were beads on the spokes, streamers on the handlebars The frame work was covered with many multicolored stars Seeing the bike through my sister's eyes, I knew I would feel the same Mixed emotions of love and seeing her hurt set my heart aflame. I was torn for I loved the bike but I loved my sister more Seeing her upset was not something that I bargained for I thought to myself, a bike is a bike and to my sister I said: "You can have the new bike, I'll take the old one instead." As I watched my sister jump on my new bike and ride away The connection between us grew even stronger that day Over her shoulder she called out, "Come on Sis lets ride." I knew I made the right decision by the warmth I felt inside. For: Gwendolen Rix’s “My Bicycle” contest April 29, 2012