Oh, little tow-head!

to a blonde little boy
for Tim

Oh, little tow-head!
pedaling furiously
blind to the edge
of disaster
leading off the
porch
into the
concrete
below.

pedaling was
the most thrilling
experience of
all.

when did you
forget that life
is in the
pedaling
not in the
concrete morass
that causes
scabbed knees and
broken hearts?

(c) 2010, T. Stewart

Categories: Alcoholism Lament

2 comments

  1. souldipper said on May 18, 2010
    What a deep, and intriguing poem. Thank you from one who has seen the scabbed knees and broken hearts. - Amy
    1. Terri said on May 19, 2010
      Thank you, Amy. I never know if my poems will convey meaning. I appreciate your feedback.

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