I think Linda Pastan says what I was trying to say Friday with a lot more skill. Tends to happen when you're a bad-ass...


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.