Look Dad, look at your kid on his bike.
It’s teetering, it’s wobbling but he’s steadying.
Two feet down, trotting beside the wheels.
One foot up and then the other.
It goes.
Look Dad. He goes.
A rush. A smile. A laugh.
He goes.
Look Dad. Look now or you’ll miss it.
August 2020
The Sandy Chronicles 
Beautiful write lines. True said.
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Precious time with Dad! My dad taught me how to ride my bike.
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So well said.
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I appreciate you saying so. Thanks for commenting!
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