Girl On A Bike
I watched a girl on her bike
perhaps ten or eleven
and then she stopped,
smiled, and waved at me
Just like that
no hesitation
so simple
and uncomplicated
The tears
came coursing
unaware
I could have never
been like that then
I was like a starling
fleeing for my life
A fleeting glance
made my heart take flight
Fear in the flutter
Grief is like that
It comes from a girl on her bike
Angela Minard 2009©
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4 Comments:
ah the joys of being a child and not having to suffer the horrors that can be visited opon them by adults.
A lovely girl. When I was at her age, I rode a bike to school everyday.
Angela - this is a beautiful poem -
Thanks Koe~ That means a lot to me coming from you!
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