Let Go! ! ! Poem by Aileen Figueroa

In what seems to be a
Picture Perfect day,
the Sun was only there
for display.

High speed rushes by him.
The howling, rough winds
playfully touches
dividing his
long stringy hair,
all up in ends.
Pebbles bursting up in air,
shooting twigs from
broken branches.
Crunchy sounds from
Autumn Leaves
all along the way.

Chubby short fingers,
gripping on tightly,
on handlebars.
Panting, out for breath.
Swallowing gulps of air.
Trying to ease down
his heart, into a rhythm
of consent.

In a conquering,
victorious voice,
he shout out loud to his Dad,
"Let go! ! !
Dad! You can let go now! "
And into a fearless smile,
He pushed forward harder.

Not realizing, his Dad
with his glowing smile,
was gently jogging
right beside him.

When he notices,
he stumbles into a complete
stop on his tracks.
His father's strong grip
held his back.
The child tilting
his head back,
to meet his father's face
with curious eyes asks,
"When did you let go
of me, Dad? "
Father with
sincere eyes looks down,
"When I knew you were ready,
my son. Then and only then,
I proudly, let go of you".



2/11/16