family love

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
in 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 grews
maller, more breakable
with distance,
pumping, pumping
for your life, screaming
with laughter,
the hair flapping
behind you like a
handkerchief waving
goodbye.


In the poetry, I saw a lot of scenes which were so touching.
This poetry is told about parents and children’s loves.
Each children always has the time to leave their parents, to live independent.
And every this time will be so touching.
With this poetry, you can see many feelings in their interactions.
And each word maybe has two or three meanings.
I very like this poetry.
Now, I deeply feel those affections . . . . .
I miss my family so much . . . .
It is all about love.
(This poetry is came from http://www.loc.gov/poetry/180/ )