Walking Her Bicycle Back Home, Alone

Oh, child of mine, 
I’ve come back to
reclaim your most 
precious thing from 
that blue ravine 
off the stone road.

I lack the steadiness 
and pulse of movement
to ride it home.
So, I walk it back 
totally  alone now,

remembering those  
first unsteady lessons
until you found 
the perfect balance to  
peddle this silver dream
beyond my steady support.

I will decorate the wheels
with flowers- lilies, roses,
daisies, lilacs- that carry
your favorite scents and 
place it on your grave for 
the days they’ll allow me.

I listen to the stone’s peals,
eyesight reeling with every
silent glide of my heart.
I lived long enough to see the fall,
and when I die my heart too 
will drop into that blue ravine.  

Stones will be my life.
Stones the wheels.
Stones the pedals and 
stones the petals.
Stones, the heavy weight,
that forever fills my heart.