Sunday, March 22, 2009

What I see

Picture this: Brooking steps

A little kid toddles across the street,
each hand clings to another hand.
parents holding the hands of their child,
unwilling to let go,
knowing that in time
the child will pull away,
growing up and leaving.

But, for now,
as the child still needs them,
the parents relish in the moment
that they can still help their little daughter
up the steps of life
towards her future dreams

With frightful look on her face,
she approaches,
each little step at a time:
scared not of life, but of the unexpected.
Only grown will she be scared of life and
love the unexpected.

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