Hours and Hours

June 9, 2012
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Hours and hours,
Running nowhere.
Unless, that is,
You count the miles
You ran behind us,
As we learned to ride our bikes,
As going somewhere.
I know you do.
You saw the worth
In every wobbly yard,
In every turn around the diamond.
Because you saw that worth,
Because you persisted,
We know how to ride.
I remember the day we finally did it.
To celebrate you bought us ice cream.
I’m pretty sure I had mint-chip.

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