Jul 06, 2005 23:47
You guided me on my trycicle
I could feel your warm hands on my back
Supporting me in such a way
That I depended on them
My tiny feet were peddling as fast as they could go
I felt fearless
carefree
alive.
You jogged behind me
Your face was red daddy
I had made you tired.
I looked up at you.
But I didnt see the road daddy
I didnt see where I was going
I was so wrapped up in you
staring into every little crease and wrinkle in your face
I didnt expect for the road to get so rocky
I picked my feet up off the peddles
I panicked
I screamed
I crashed
Right into that pricker bush by our house daddy
I fell down and I scraped my knee
I whimpered and wrinkled up my face
You picked me up daddy
Grasping my tiny arms
And you kissed me on the nose
I smiled
You called me your princess
I really loved you at that moment
You were my hero
And I was your little girl
Daddy just this past year
I fell off my trycicle again
But it was your fault.
I didnt want you to pick me up.
But if I had the choice,
I'd go for another bike ride with you.
I love you daddy
I miss you