Memories of Bike Riding Lessons, A Poem




I still remember

Teaching you to ride your bike

You were fearless, yet fearful

Donned your helmet

And jumped in full-force

Like a rocket possessed

And stopping, somehow

Was less important

Pedal brakes

Just didn’t make sense

Neither did the handlebars

You just leapt to safety

Every time you wanted

Movement to cease

Arms flailing

And you would stand


Triumphant even –

Standing there

With grass-stained knees

And bleeding elbow

To my dismay,

Begging to ride again.


© Sumyanna 2016

Lovely image courtesy of Morguefile (Darnok)


6 Comments Add yours

  1. Delyn Merce says:

    Oh my goodness! A warrior heart to make mothers nervous!


    1. Sumyanna says:

      They all are like that – but fortunately all of them didn’t ride bicycles with the same reckless abandon. Now that she has grown up, either does she. 🙂 It can get scary!


      1. Delyn Merce says:

        I’d have to look away!!! 🙂 🙂


  2. cynthiahm says:

    Some children really are fearless! Great poem.


    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you. Mine sure are. After having kids, I think it is a miracle we live long enough to be adults sometimes 🙂


      1. cynthiahm says:

        Ha! That’s true.


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