The Gift

It was a gift, a birthday gift,

One she'd asked her mother for,

Because her friends around where she lived,

Looked happy riding in one around. 

With smiles on their faces, light in their eyes,

They made it look easy to pedal back and forth, 

The wind in the hair and bells in the air,

Seemed to make them float around on those wheels.

Now she'd got one too, she was overjoyed,

The thrill of the ride would soon be hers too,

So thinking she took her bike to the streets,

With more enthusiasm than skill she possessed.

You guess what happened, I'll leave that to you,

In short, there was a lot of crying and bruised skin too,

Suddenly the much anticipated thing, 

Seemed to cause her more pain than the joy she'd presumed.

Later in the day, she wondered what to do,

Was it worth the pain to learn something new?

She sure wanted to feel the wind in her hair, 

She decided to persevere till she could smile through her fears!

The Phantom Friend

He had just a couple of days, 

To hop and skip and see the world,

With tiny wings he flew around,

Till he was sure he'd seen it all.

He wasn't sure, but thought he had,

Someone follow him close by,

Keeping up with his each step,

Silently, all day by.

Tried he did to peer and see,

Who it was that followed him,

Friend or foe he did not know,

Or was it just a flutterby?

Tired at last he called a halt,

Deciding to rest his tiny wings, 

And when he perched up on the wall,

He met his shadow, his phantom friend!