Soon you’ll be walking,
No more holding on,
Saying words and talking,
All fear of falling is gone…
Your first steps start your journey,
Of so very many miles,
Falling at times and crying,
Between all the smiles…
Leaving the house,
And saying goodbye,
Not the loving infant anymore,
All grown; that’s the reason
why…
Not giggling at cartoons,
It’s the beginning and not the
end,
Of adolescence and adulthood,
Sometimes hard to comprehend…
Dedicated to my grandchildren
Emma,
Jack, Justin and Meghan…..
Bobemakk@optonline.net ©2005
