johnn90702的部落格

我為了這首老師二年級老師帶我們讀過的一首詩去借了一本書，過了半年或更久，還是完全沒翻開，於是前兩天拿去還了，摘錄這首詩，聊表紀念。

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
is 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.