Driving Instructor
He’s on a new blue tricycle
for the first time my eyes spring
board open his father let’s go
He’s not
ready.
He’ll fall.
Training wheels have worn through
the happiness of hills, no eye-contact
as the screw driver turns each time
He smiles.
I’m not
ready.
Tense arms, forehead stress,
vibrating hands turn a key. I can’t
press the breaks around the curve.
Ready
or not
I’ll smile
What a marvelous first post! I'm so excited that we're back at it! :D
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