First Steps

I remember those first steps
As I held your hand
Your legs wobbly
Yet determined

First one step then two
Compelled to walk
To run
To skip
To jump
Into your own life

To move out on your own
A young man
Your legs still wobbly
Yet still determined

Now I can only hope
As you wander
Like a butterfly
That you do not wilt
On the vine
Like a rose

©1992 Jim Cain