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Bike

I watched you fall for the very first time
from the bike I bought when you were just three.
Your strength wiped all the tears from my eyes
as I cleaned your blood from each skinned knee.

Now that you're four, you ride like the rest,
without a bruise or scrape to show.
Your excitement has you pedalling harder,
which makes my heart pound just as fast as you go.

It won't take you long to outgrow your bike,
I know you're still young, but that day will arrive
when your feet find the pedals of your own little car,
and you feel like a king after learning to drive.

I'll cherish these moments that you and I share
because one day you'll be staring at me-
this man that can take care of his own bruises
who won't need me cleaning the blood from each knee.

Author notes

I did more of a poem to my son than about him, hope you don't mind.

(D i m i n i s h e d C a p a c i t y)

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  • Heroesrox
    November 20
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    This is so sweet. One of my least favorite things about life is the fact that we have to grow up and gradually age, along with our parents. I am very close to my mother and she's far from aged (she's 38 as of September....She had me young..) BUt I always reminisce of the times we had when I was small. She'd read to me and my sister and little things like that. I miss those times and I hope that your son grows up and reads this and feels the same thing I do. Very nice write. Very tender.


  • songstress80
    November 7

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    i don't mind how you took the prompt. it's great to read writes/poems that are about or for a certain child or all their children. we mothers always worry when our child/children do something that we think is dangerous and if they get hurt we kiss the pain away with the bandage. as they get older, they clean up their own messes and mistakes and cry even less (or more, it all depends). lovely write on your child's growth from child needing his mother to clean the scrapes to a grown man in a car who doesn't need his mother to clean his scrapes and bruises. great imagery. nicely done write.

    thanks for entering my first contest! i wish you luck!