Poem written after my grandsons tentative first steps.
It takes time for many of us to master long journeys,
a while before we can bathe in shadows cast by steepness,
fall among grasses deep,
follow patterns,
conjour magic,
to walk steadily to the edge.
It only takes a moment though,
to see lights flicker upon a July morning,
footprints slowly leaving a trace,
one day at a time,
following the merryground of adventure,
step, step, then leap,
soon running like sunlight through the garden,
and as every day grows,
consider it done,
we will continue to do our best to protect you,
as new paths are found to explore.
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