Brimming hope, coffee, love
Voyaging on no path lain
Afore eyes rainbows stencil slain
Nothing quite like rising above.
Yesteryears fears tamed.
Dawns arrived – New heartbeats heard.
Ears future turned
No mind maimed.
Bearing tiny speechless fists.
Make the difference – in a score.
The summer my father bought me a motorcycle was one of the most adventurous and memorable summers of my life. I arrived for a visit with him in Tennessee from Michigan for a much needed vacation from the chaos that was my life senior summer of high school. The motorcycle was sitting outside his home-tel and at first I was confused thinking he had gotten himself a new motorcycle, then realized it was a Buell Blast- the very bike I wanted for myself. Ecstatic I waited impatiently for my dad to be done with his day so that we could ride.