Ode to a Stroller

My stroller is my gateway to freedom

I barrel down the sidewalk

taking 3/4 of the width for my own 

and watch the walkers and runners

eye my children tucked under their quilts

that hide the warm rice bag and

ward off the chill of the day

I grin in the drizzle 

breathe in deeply

and pick up my pace because

I can finally

move!

*yes, it's a poorly written poem about my "new" double jogger.
But it's truly the best thing ever!