The woman sat astride a bicycle leaning against her home,
her hair flying wild and free, and appeared to need no comb
With a smile so wide, dimples seen
A beautiful nose and eyes in between
Mama sat on a bicycle in a sweet pose against the old place
Never-ending shapely legs could not outdo her beautiful face
That woman was my mother at a time I was not there
No children or big family needs Her constant care
Whoever pictures their mother this way
I never did until this day
As I first laid eyes on this picture
I had to rethink my mother’s fixture
My mama, after children, I had only ever known
My regret was never to have seen it before I was grown
Mama was always happy; that’s the woman who tucked me in at night
I see her in a different light now. No runway model is a more beautiful sight
She’s riding off on her bicycle down an old dirt road
Without a husband and 14 children before that, stories told
