Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Poetry Tuesday: "Not Forgotten" by Sheila Packa

Not Forgotten

I learned to ride
the two wheel bicycle
with my father.
He oiled the chain
clothes-pinned playing cards
to the spokes, put on the basket
to carry my lunch.
By his side, I learned balance
and took on speed
centered behind the wide
handlebars, my hands
on the white grips
my feet pedaling.
One moment he was
holding me up
and the next moment
although I didn't know it
he had let go.
When I wobbled, suddenly
afraid, he yelled keep going—
keep going!
Beneath the trees in the driveway
the distance increasing between us
I eventually rode until he was out of sight.
I counted on him.

That he could hold me was a given
that he could release me was a gift.

--Sheila Packa


Out on the prairie said...

Very nice thought, it took me back to learning and teaching.

Larri said...

Beautiful. Thanks for sharing, Betty! Happy Tuesday! ☺

Kittie Howard said...

Beautiful! Your father was a smart, loving man. Releasing is the hard part.

Old Kitty said...

Oh what a lovely lovely lovely poem!! Thank you! Take care

Alison said...

What a sweet sentiment. I, unfortunately, had to learn with help from my older brother, on a sloped asphalt driveway leading to a narrow country road.

He had no problem letting go! :D

Momma Fargo said...

Beautiful! Love the pic and the memories this brought of me learning to ride. OH MY! That was a long, long, time ago. LOL

CiCi said...

What a precious poem. I like this so much. I wish I had a father like this when I was little. So it is even more special to read about dads like this.

Sally Wessely said...

Love the poem.

My Mind's Eye said...

You find the most beautiful poems...I truly remember learning to ride a bike very much the same way...except for one thing. I'm told I fell off on the first try. I'm told my reaction to the fall was to get up and kick the spokes. Glad I outgrew the urge to kick things. LOL
Hugs Cecilia

annie said...

Good poem and says a lot doesn't it.
Hope Tuesday is treating you right.

Nancy C said...

That's very heartwarming, Betty. :)

Gigi said...

Beautiful poem. I do find that the letting go is the hardest part - so it's nice to be reminded that letting go is a gift to the child.

The Green Streak said...

Letting go was a gift Daddy gave all five of his daughters: the courage to leave, to try our wings and his never-ending love and pride in our accomplishments. Thanks for remembering him with this poem.

Sueann said...

Love that poem....such a blessing.

Pat Tillett said...

That is a great poem! The same is true for everything else. We prepare them and must then set them free...

Connie said...

Aw, that was nice. Brought back memories of my dad teaching me to ride a bike. :)