Your bear-like hands would guide me
on a training-wheel-less bike
while holding me tight so I
would stay balanced long enough
to make it to the street’s end.
You nestled your cigarette
between your thin lips as you
cheered me on, hoping I would
make it by myself this time.
It would end like my other
attempts- a sudden crash, then
tears as big as blueberries
and your comforting bear arms
engulfing me, your baby.
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