Jun 2016
tiny hand slips from my finger
“me do!” he boldly declares
pit-pat first step
he beams, I smile
pit-pat second step
“me do?” “you do”
Pit-pat third step
thump- I reach…
“no! me do!”
up again pit-pat
pit-pat, pit-pat, “me do! me do!”
Singing - chanting - laughing - marching
pit-pat goes my heart
learning to let go
“me do!” he boldly declares
pit-pat first step
he beams, I smile
pit-pat second step
“me do?” “you do”
Pit-pat third step
thump- I reach…
“no! me do!”
up again pit-pat
pit-pat, pit-pat, “me do! me do!”
Singing - chanting - laughing - marching
pit-pat goes my heart
learning to let go
This poem is part of my anthology about Mary, mother of Jesus, but it's also about the bittersweet moments felt all moms and dads, of baby's first steps.We are thrilled about baby's accomplishment, but a little sad knowing that this is our first call to "let go"
(Rhode Island)
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