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Made by Teresa Marrin
© 2010-2012

training wheels

Every time you leave
Even though you are now 29 and 33
I am proud, wistful
Glad to see you on your own
But filled with that tugging sadness
Like the first time you road a bike alone
That tiny, tiny bike
We took off the training wheels
And rolled you out to the sidewalk
And you started pedaling, slow at first
Then faster, faster
And suddenly, without quite knowing when I let go
You were doing it alone
And there was joy
And then a huge surge of loss
Inexorable sadness
Another step, another era
When you need me less
And, eventually, don’t need me at all

Every time you leave
Another set of training wheels
Comes off
Faster and faster you go
Off into the distance
Until I can barely see you