The sun rose that Saturday morning,

Blue birds chirp a song of life and passion

The bees buzzing brought on anticipation

As they landed on unsuspecting flowers in full bloom

The colors of red, violet, turquoise and fuschia are vivid

They speak to me like the grasshoppers rubbing their hind legs

The lone duck in the pond splashes in the water

Surrounded by a solitary moment of freedom

They clipped the feather that it needed to fly

But it still thinks of going home for the winter

And then there’s me… little old me

Walking beside my mountain of a Father

As he carries my bike with the training wheels attached

He sets the bike on the ground

And tells me to do my thing

He holds it for a second and I take off!!!

But only in my mind

I tried for the 5th time and the wheels spin out of control

I fall off and begin crying

My Father picks me up

And says, Who do we fall down baby gurl?

So we can learn how to get back up

So I count the marks on my knees as beauty scars

It would be 20 years before I learned how to ride

But life taught me to never give up!

Love always, Esha