Steps Poem by Jesus Diaz Llorico

'Before in our youth
when our hair are silky and black
our faces vibrant and bright
we are like birds trying to fly
laughing our hearts somehow
that we can step on anything
our forebears disallow
and I love you then

now in our time
with our hair dull and gray
faces with wrinkles everywhere
and we moved slow and gentle
like tender bubbles sprouting
softly in the ocean tide
in spite of these fragile steps
I have love you more.'