You move through the hallway
tile by tile; step by cautious step
as you explore every
sound the scooter makes;
every moment new and
wonderful.
You tiptoe, dip your toes down
and lightly dust the floor,
skim it like the first time in
the shallow pool of the bath.
Then you step, push,
slide down the hall
leaving care in your wake
like discarded cheerios and
chewed up apple bits.
You stop, smile at
this new secret
the world whispered
as I lift you up into my arms.