Mom was working late at night.
The car was not available,
she would walk home.

I was 12 at the time with a paper route,
which took me all around town.

My bike was of a sturdy type.
It had a place for my bag,
which held the papers.

Mother could sit on the rack,
I would give her a ride home,
as she was a tiny thing.

It was late, as I headed to pick up
my mom from work.

The sun was just setting,
as dusk came to the sky
in the summer night.

Mother had to ride side saddle,
due to her skirt.
Off we went to home.

As I rode with great joy
at helping my mom,
I heard whistles and cat calls to my mom.

For a boy of 12 with his mom,
it was time to learn.
Things of life, men and woman.