Peddling Pride
many moons ago
I taught my son to ride
his very first bicycle
slowly at first, I trotted
beside, to hold him up
as he got the hang of it
as I ran beside
I gave him one final push
off into the world
and he sped ahead
for a mere split-second
before crumpling over
with the bike on the lawn
crying, he looked up
in dismay and cried
"why did you push me!?"
the weight of guilt
pressed me back
as i realized my mistake
oh, panged parenthood
bicycles stood to ride
bruised we both rubbed
ourselves peddling pride
turning we continued
so that in short order
he was riding circles
around the house, and me
in his own Circle Game
© Goode Guy 2011-05-18
we both learned to ride it out, as cartwheels turned to car wheels
Copyright © Goode Guy | Year Posted 2011
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