Question

To a Daughter Leaving Home
When I taught you
at eight to ride
a bicycle, loping along
beside you
as you wobbled away
on two round wheels,
my own mouth rounding
in surprise wher you pulled
ahead down the curved
path of the park,
I kept waiting
for the thud
of your crash as 1
sprinted to catch up
while you grew
Smaller, more breakable
with distance,
pumping, pumping
for your life, screaming
with laughter,
the hair flapping
behind you like a
handkerchief waving
goodbye.
Linda Pastan​

Answer 1

Explanation:

amazing poem hope written by you .. but I am still afraid I found no questions in it but still the appropriatable should be appreciated. very well written