Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Life Cycle

I've lived in the middle
Between the two points
Of letting go
And helping out -
Seeking the right moment
To let go of the bicycle,
Empowering a beautiful replacement
Blinded a bit to her own potential.
She holds onto me
And wonders if she's ready.
You and I both know she is.
I try to stand back
Like the father of the bride
A longing pride,
A grieving joy,
In a whirlwind dance
Of past and future.

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