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Gears of Family



Gears of Family
By CNaanTree123 on 02/14/2014
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The gears on my bike have rusted in grime,
but that doesnt mean that I have forgotten the time:

The afternoon when my father first took off
the training wheels of my hot pink Barbie 2 wheeler
Which he bought just for me with his laboring arms
I felt that he had torn off my legs and yet, somehow I stood there
near tears in my eyes, prepared to fall on my face
to show
him
how I will disgrace his honor,
our family name,
all because I couldnt stay vertical with the ground.

From the back door of our tiny restaurant
My brother comes out to be a heckling spectator
My nerves pick up my pulse and spin
Ive got my Sesame Street helmet but that doesnt matter
Ill eat dust for sure, and then
On the seat I sit, not ready to go
It seems as though the handles are in control, until
My father became my fort, feet on top of the back wheels bolts
Arms outstretched on both sides of me, hands on handles

Ready? No.
Go! Wait!
Down the hill we sped down, DOWN!
Afraid to blink, because I could cause an accident, because we could have dust for dinner, because everything was a blur, because I became partially deaf from the wind and all I could hear was my brothers laughter, because I couldnt feel my feet anymore and suddenly I felt like I was flying on air

The wheels in my mind have never stopped.
Even though the gears on my bike have rusted in grime.

Soon,
we will have to fast forward in time
To a day where I will provide my father with a 4 wheeler
And see him near tears, persistently unwilling to fall
But feeling failure because he shows me that he cant stay vertical with the ground
On his own, and thoughts of disappointing his children will encompass his mind
But my brother will take his left handle, and I will take his right handle
And together we become our fathers fortress

Different gears from different times
Chained together to move forward


Copyright (c) Nancy Hui / CNaanTree123 On 2/14/2014 6:38:09 AM
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