User:WebDings

W.F.S to a daughter leaving home when I TaugHt you at Eight to ride a biCycle, lOping along besiDE you as you wobbled away on two round wheels, my own mouth rounding In surpriSe when yOu pulled ahead down the curved path of the park, I kept waiting for the thud of your crash as I sprinted to catch up, while you grew sMaller, more breakable wIth distanCe, pumping, pumping for youR life, screaming with laughter, the hair flapping behind yOu like a haNdkerchief waving goodbye.