I like it, when a baby begins to walk, even when they are not mine,
Oh, this one isn't walking just yet, each day crawls by just fine,

Her steps take me, to a place where,

I like it, when two people walk hand in hand, if the hands fit,
Yeah, stride for stride, step for step, cadence and lives knit,
Left foot, right foot, stop to laugh, left foot, right foot , stop to sit,

Her steps take me along, leash taut, her heart pulls me along,

I like it, when she finally burns energy that, she can trot at an even pace,
Again, her four feet are striking the keys of the piano notes in my head,
my pod tunes and her steps align until she follows her nose to pause;

Then we step off again, and one day her steps, will once again match mine,
the piano, the drum, the mandolin, the voices all heard in my head, just
as surely one day we will both on walk a roadway,  I alone, only memories of
moments shared.