Training Wheels and Such

My daughter's on her bike today
just riding to and fro,
I can't get her to understand
I want her to go slow.

The training wheels are rising
just off the asphalt drive,
and the faster she can pedal,
the more she comes alive.

I can see these visions now
of bloody, broken skin,
contusions or a broken bone
on her tiny little shin.

Tell me it's a nightmare.
"Daddy take these two wheels off."
I sense that I am dreaming
or there's something strange aloft.

Then she stands beside me,
tugs my pants, says "ding, ding, ding,
daddy, listen to me,
I want to go and swing."