Little one
with imagination
sagging pants
tripwires for laces
fingers that can't grasp
but love to touch
they love you so much
Walk slowly
don't run
your legs are soft
bendable, fragile
standing is triumph
walking makes you God
as Daddy give you the nod
The look of pride
upon his face
I watch from the stairs
planning my plagerism
I'd do the same thing
to watch you grow
Daddy shows, so you may know...
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