Tamasha Takes off her Training Wheels

Little Tamasha, with eyes bright and wide,

Had a shiny new bicycle, right by her side.

Two wheels it possessed, so sleek and so grand,

But four she was used to, all over the land.

For training wheels held her, secure and so slow,

And she longed for the day, she could gracefully go.

Her dad held the seat, with a comforting hand,

"Just pedal, Tamasha, across the green land!"

She pushed on the pedals, with courage and might,

But the bike gave a wobble, a terrifying sight.

She wobbled and wiggled, then tumbled down low,

"Oh dear," sighed Tamasha, "I never will go!"

She tried and she tried, with a scraped knee or two,

The bike seemed to laugh, "This is harder for you!"

Her patience grew thin, and her spirits felt low,

"I'll never ride this!" she cried, "I just know!"

Then her mom, with a hug, whispered soft in her ear,

"Just trust your own balance, let go of the fear.

Imagine you're flying, a bird in the breeze,

And pedal, dear Tamasha, with comfort and ease."

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes for a blink,

And pictured herself soaring, more fast than you'd think.

Her feet found the pedals, her hands gripped the bar,

And she pushed off, quite slowly, like wishing on a star.

Her dad let go gently, no wobble, no sway,

Tamasha was riding! She sped on her way!

The wind in her hair, and a smile on her face,

She pedaled so freely, with power and grace.

No training wheels now, just the feel of the breeze,

Tamasha was riding, with confident ease!

She looped and she twirled, with a joyous soft shout,

The bike was her friend, there was no longer doubt!