My grandson's first steps into the world.


Terry is Walking

Just a week ago when you

Fell, you decided that crawling was just fine.

But today you push away the ground and your

Little backside, ducklike, sticks straight up,

The new muscles tense; you are standing again.

Weaving slightly, intoxicated with new,

You take another step into the world.






Poetry by Becca Allison
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Written on 2008-04-21 at 18:20

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