First steps,
Unsteady and unsure,
Taking their first steps.
First steps
Joy now unrestrained
At this freedom gained,
Having taken their first steps.
First steps.
Without style or grace
'Til safe in mum's embrace.
The light from father's face,
At taking their first steps.
First steps,
Through life there will be more,
New situations held in store,
And a path from each new door,
Inviting their first steps.
First steps.
It is for parents too,
The path they walk is also new,
And signposts there are very few,
To guide them in their steps
Last steps,
When grows dim the trail,
And harsh or gently through the veil,
We're taking our last steps.
Last steps,
With or without an angel's hand,
As taking their first steps.
The form is hidden in the feelings in the words. It wasn't until I read it again that I noticed the structure each line took on. Such an artful process you use. So very lovely!
Nice poem Greg. Very contemplative. I like the form too: 3 lines, then 4, then 5 - and then ending the same, but in reverse. Is there a technical word to describe this type of poem? (I'm not University educated, and have never gone into all the different forms that verse can take.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is wonderful Greg! The structure that is used seems to dance with clever rhyming descriptions! Each stage we pass through takes us, fast forward, but we feel each stage with great emotion!