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My Tricycle -

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My Tricycle -

~My Tricycle~

Christmas  eve,
I could not help but peek.

There it was, a blue and pinkish bike.
With streamers all for me...

A ride, I wanted to feel inside.
A surprise, I ruined for my eyes.
The joy I felt, a naughty kid like me could not hide.

Running back into my room, jumping with glee. 

Waiting and waiting...............................................

Christmas day, comes to life.
I'm all excited.. With the biggest grin...
Mommy walks me to my bike.
My grin slowly fades away.
A red tricycle, I start to cry.

I did not understand, why my older sister got the pretty bike.
My Christmas, ruined by a ruby red tricycle.

Mommies, hug did not comfort me.
I cried all night, and asked my daddy'
"How can this be?"
"It's not fair!"
"it's not fair!"

Daddy, had only one response..
"Sweetie, soon you will see."

New Years Eve**

I sit near the windowpane.
Staring at my sister ride her blue pinkish bike.
Even the streamers were laughing at me.

Night fall comes around..
It's cold and everyone is asleep.

I sneak my way into the barn. 
I stare at it~
My sisters bike!
The smile on my face, I still can't erase.
"This bike will be mine tonight."

I grab the bike by the handles bars.
I walk the bike under the stars. 

Two hours pass, and still I can't operate the pedals.
Finally I remove my shoes, and reach the pedals with my toes.
I'm off into the night, than suddenly I fell upon them rocks.
If only I waited for that push from daddy's hands.

:To Be Continued:


Lesson not learned,
My scars all accounted for.


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  1. Date: 7/14/2014 12:29:00 AM

    Ah, Linda, the escapades of a little girl so alive with the anticipation of Christmas morning, and then to be laughed at by streamers on your sisters beautiful bike. Sounds like your daddy knew his little girl would have to give it a try. Well, childhood has it's ups and downs too. very nice story, my friend..... Robert.

  1. Date: 6/9/2014 5:31:00 AM

    Sounds just like so many kids, and I'm surprised to believe that this was you, rebel leader "PD". Great read.

  1. Date: 12/7/2013 8:27:00 AM

    Linda This is a cute and charming story. You pulled the reader into your childhood memories and expressed it so well, it's like they were right there with you. Bad girl for sneaking a peek and ride. LOL Nice job Thanks for the great comment on my Melted Away poem. Hugs

  1. Date: 5/25/2013 6:52:00 PM

    This is really a very beautiful & lovely poem bringing back those treasured childhood memories my dearest sis. It reminds me when I was young, I took my dad's bike without his permission. When I was biking, a cow suddenly crossed the street & its rope stopped me on the neck. My bike went ahead of me. Thank you so much again for sharing! Ops, I woke up early 2day 'cuz of a beautifully sad dream. In my dream, my father was with me. I'm super happy to read once again your marvelous poem/story making my day so bright. & great! Have a great weekend! love much forever, Leonora

  1. Date: 4/12/2013 8:19:00 PM

    Tut @ impatience lol nice tale my Sweet Dark Friend, oh the scars of learning. I have not posted a new one as yet, been very busy, I'll let you know. How are you? Take care, Richard

  1. Date: 3/13/2013 2:47:00 PM

    I was a really late learner when it came to riding bikes... I was about twelve I think. Though I don't recall stealing any of my siblings bikes this really brought back some childhood memories for me! Never know what to expect when I read from you...

  1. Date: 2/16/2013 9:53:00 AM

    I was the oldest of 5 brothers. We fought, screamed, bickered and still all love one another. Great write.

  1. Date: 1/27/2013 1:37:00 AM

    Hi PD love this hope it all turned out ok, glad to see you changed that poem title to last in 2102, good to have you back, all the best Owen

  1. Date: 11/27/2012 10:51:00 AM

    Hi, my dearest sisie-pooh! I've stayed quite long here on PS because my computer ran so slow. I am stopping by before I finally log out to say thank you again for reading again my poems, your nice blog, for choosing me as one of your winners in your contest and everything. ...good night and take care always! love and hugs, Leonora

  1. Date: 8/17/2012 5:28:00 AM

    Oh, this is a great write about your tricycle my dear, PD. I've read this before but I wonder where my comments are. Maybe I was in a hurry and I forgot. We both love bike/tricycle I guess. I'm so glad you've read my ABC as an output of my experimentation. Thanks for your poem as guide. It was really hard to make one and Im not sure if I can make another again next time ha ha ha. Million thanks!!!! luv & hugs, leonora

  1. Date: 8/12/2012 12:18:00 AM

    PD, how can you enjoy mornings so much when you seem to stay up so LATE like I do? Hahaha

  1. Date: 8/6/2012 11:01:00 PM

    soupmail

  1. Date: 8/1/2012 4:15:00 PM

    Hey, PD. Thanks for stopping by last night!

  1. Date: 7/27/2012 3:57:00 PM

    What a delightful story! I could feel the child's disappointment, and then happiness, when she tried to ride the blue pinkish bike with streamers. Well done, P.D.! Best wishes, Keith

  1. Date: 7/19/2012 11:42:00 AM

    glee one of the words I like alot nice childhood memorries x david scott

  1. Date: 7/8/2012 6:19:00 PM

    Hi PD - Didn't expect the twist that this was your sister's bike. Also, I really like your use of the - To Be Continued. Does that mean another poem about this? - Gail

  1. Date: 6/19/2012 9:02:00 PM

    Very well done,,,, I love the story behind the words,,,, thank you for stopping by my Emie ,,, she was just 30 yrs old,, born with bad heart .

  1. Date: 6/4/2012 11:35:00 AM

    such a bitter sweet memory! Light & Love

  1. Date: 5/21/2012 4:05:00 PM

    Great write......... George

  1. Date: 5/17/2012 10:40:00 PM

    No nothing is UP..I was just having fun playing off the comment below mine and realized Michael was there WAY EARLIER than me...Oh,,,,I gotta have some fun, PD! My life is sooooo boring!! hahah.. Remember the song that played when the wicked witch was riding her bicycle in the Wiz of Oz...? Can't get that out of my head! hahaha. love, Gwendolen

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