I bought a tricycle for you at a garage sale last summer
You couldn’t ride it at first, it was such a big bummer.
You waited all winter and when spring finally arrived
You practiced for months, and for months you so tried.
Today you told me you could do it, you said you just knew
And when your feet touched the pedals, away you really flew.
You could hardly believe when you finally did it
“Look at me!” you shouted and you rode your short trip.
It didn’t last long, it ended quite quickly
You flipped your trike over, it was so accidentally.
Your pride was a little injured, but that was not all
Your knee was scrapped too, it was a big fall.
After the tears, you looked at me sweetly
I want to ride again, you said not too weepy.
You’re such a big boy, my baby of two
You can ride a tricycle now, I’m so proud of you.
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I forgot to say, I love the pictures to help tell the story!
I’m so proud of him, he is young to have mastered the coordination it takes to do that; I think Carson was 6 before he learned to ride the tricycle.