One Summer's Day

My version has you going 
outside on a summer’s day. You
put playing cards in the spokes
of your bike and you rode it
fast
around the block
clickety clack click.
You liked the sound.  You 
got off that bike and
stood, beaming and
proud, hands on hips and
breathing hard from pedaling so
fast.
(so long ago)
I was inside my own housebaking my first pie, an error of
mulberries in a hot oven
nothing more
and I was waiting 
in the back hall holding
fast
to a kitten who was sick
maybe dying and yet I would not
let go
until it got sick all over my shirt and I can still
remember
feeling such disappointment
in the kitten and my pie.
There we were all those years later
just innocent victims of Fate.