With a phone she can hold
in one hand
the grandma records
for future viewing
the child trying shaky steps
then falling as if sitting on the grass
then getting up and toddling
and falling on his bum again
then getting up
and trying once again—
reminding us that failure's
not the inverse of success
but every much and every step
a part of it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thge grandmaa talks abut and records sweet memeories. The child tries for shaky steps. Affectionate bondiubng between grandmother and child is well noticed. This poem is very interestingly and brilliantly penned.10
Thank you, Kumarmani. Seeing this as I was out for a walk was heart-warming. -Glen