Peom for Mom's 70th birthday
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thinkpeace at 06.8.09 - 2:03 pm
It's my mom's 70th birthday, so I wrote her a poem
For My Mom
With trepidation and excitement
My Mom braves my nocturnal adventure
Wobbling, and weaving, and perhaps knowing better
Floating through this metropolis maze
Strangely different yet familiar
We flow among elated travelers
Not caring where we go
No regard to the time
Feeling solidarity with the strangers
Friends that we do not yet know
The smoke-spewing killer beasts
Very few in numbers
Watch from the sidelines
As our pedal-powered herd passes
Moving through this maze of asphalt
Which imprisons the earth
More and more confident as we go
I start to feel hope
For the earth beneath the asphalt
One day it will be released from its bonds
And allowed to give life
We reach the end of this journey
And the beginning of the next
Far from home, and lost
Fueled by Mom's company and elation
I pedal onward
My mom joined my on a midnight ridazz ride (almost 2 years ago). We rode on an old Schwinn Twinn. Still today she sometimes talks fondly of the event.
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