His Brother’s Bike

The little boy rides happily along
Just using his big brothers’ bike.
The wheels it has are much bigger than his,
And has a horn he really likes.

Riding today seems so easy to do,
And the weather just seems so nice.
Today he waves to all his friends outside,
And then decides he’ll do it twice.

His brother would not be happy with him
If he ruined the bike today,
But when his brother said it would be okay
He chose to ride it right away.

Riding this bike is so much better than his.
He blows the horn again once more.
His brother’s bike is cool, but really big.
He had no clue what was in store.

He rounded the turn, but his shoe just slipped.
His feet on pedals did not last
And then his hand slipped off the handle bar
The wheels both turned so very fast.

He started to fall a bit to the side.
All his possible fear set in
When all of a sudden, he saw the sign,
And lost control from deep within.

He hit the sign, and his bike fell over.
Then quickly tears did start to come.
He could not tell what hurt him more,
His leg and pride both hurt him some.

With handle bars dented and one flat tire
He limped home with his broken pride.
He worried now what his brother would think
With the broken bike at his side.

At his driveway now, his brother saw him.
His brother then ran right to him.
His brother asked if he was okay,
And helped him with his painful limb.

The little boy then just started to cry.
He said, “I’m sorry about your bike.
I really did not mean to make it crash.
I’ll try to fix it if you’d like.”

His older brother just gave him a hug,
And said, “It’s not about the bike,
It’s only about if you’re okay,
Because it’s you I really like.”

Then they went inside the house together,
With brother helping him to walk.
With the broken bike still there on the ground,
Two brothers take the time to talk.

Bikes, and toys and many games are here.
Today, they’re here for you to play.
No matter what, every toy will change,
but a family’s here to stay.

Erica Orient