John I Nash

The Toddler - Poem by John I Nash

She toddles and waddles, side to side, hair flying, blue eyes gleaming never seeming to tire. Everything an adventure even the mundane does not seem to strain her imagination. Hands out stretched reaching for the unknown, a fall now and again does not bend the will to toddle and waddle. Steps unsure taken in any direction, momentum will take her there. She waddles and toddles, picking up this and that does not matter what, held in her tiny hands a prize for the keeping. Giggles and laughter, to be remembered ever after. She toddles and waddles into my heart, she is so smart!

Topic(s) of this poem: children

Poet's Notes about The Poem

This was written when I saw my first grandchild Shelby start to walk.
It fills my heart with joy to reflect on it.

Comments about The Toddler by John I Nash

  • Souren Mondal (11/4/2015 5:03:00 AM)

    A very sweet and beautiful poem John.. Loved the use of alliteration in your poem...

    Thank you for sharing...
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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 2, 2015

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