To the cyclist in Hove,
Small daughter riding pillion,
The joy of her expression
Was one in a million!
I’m guessing you haven’t been able see
The beaming smile of innocent glee,
Hair wild in the wind as the streets rush past,
Pink cycling helmet buckled down on fast,
The sheer delight of your wheeled magic carpet
Something I’ll wager she won’t forget.
The innocent joy of freedom’s so fragile-
It’s great to see it out there in style!
With the risk you’re taking
A princess in the making
Will doubtless emerge
With the steadiest nerve.
Seeds of freedom set in motion:
A brave undertaking
With the strength of devotion.
*From the terrace outside Small Batch – a regular airlock after a hard day at the office…! http://smallbatchcoffee.co.uk/