Riding the bike is

My mom called me in the middle of yesterday, saying she wrote a poem about riding her adult tricycle. It came to her in 15 minutes, and she wanted to read it to me over the phone. I was touched.
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Riding the bike is
(by M. Chahinian) 

Wind blowing the hair

Breathing the fresh air

Flowers everywhere

Trees planted along the way.

Exercising is the best

Going east and west

Stopping for some rest

And perhaps be the guest.

Happy people to greet

Chit chat and meet

Embrace the heat

Bid farewell and proceed.

It is a good way

To start the day

Continue till midday

Then call it a day.

The pleasures are endless

Always happiness

Joy and gladness

Knowledge in quietness.

Looking at the birds perched on the wires

Without any cares or fear of fires

Well protected and fed by their Supplier

He who is our Heavenly Father.

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Totally cute, right? 

Alice used to write poetry like this. Did my mom impact Alice's writing?Or did Alice influence my mom? 

Probably both.