Bicycle Poem by Valentin Busuioc

I never had my own bicycle


my mother could have bought me one
but she was afraid
I could have an accident

nor she let me bathing
from the same cause


during the summer
a neighbour took me to collect the hay
and as a reward
he gave me his bike
to ride it for half an hour


when I was just a spot
on the road leading to the river
I heard him shouting to me to return
but I was continuously pedalling
faster and faster
until the yelled was heard
just in memory
then neither there


until the bike reaches with its wheels
then with the saddle and me
in the warm and clear water of the river
on the bottom of which I saw how
my mother
was waiting for me
with wide open arms
thinking she lost me forever
and was crying