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.

by Linda Pastan

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Wow. I like this. I remember letting go of my daughter. like a handkerchief waving goodbye.
wow this is good I would read it again
i like it. so nice poem.thanks for sharing.10++++
So beautiful in the way it is taught and guided
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- - - - - - - - What a wonderful write- - - - - -A mother's struggle.amazement and pride to see her daughter growing, learning and succeeding - - - - - -A quiet satisfaction that she has fulfilled her mission, though separation from the beloved child is quite painful for the mother.To My Poem List.
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