Wistful

There it stood in a corner,

Rickety and rusted,
Years of neglect, never-ever dusted,
Its bright red fender, now all faded,

With little pedals worn and jaded.

It feels like only yesterday,
How it thrilled my little princess,
How she balanced those tiny wheels,

How it made me so proud,
As she gracefully rode it out,
Its odd this forgotten souvenir,
Evokes memories so warm,
Those broken chains of love,
Still seem to be holding strong!
One day I will have it mended,
And pass this treasure to a little one,
To begin memories anew,
And generations of joy!