On November 14th, our grandbaby took his first steps which prompted this poem.
Baby Steps
When crawling baby turns to walking, life really does change,
When he is walking on his own, furniture we rearrange,
It’s hard now to confine him to only one small space,
Certainly, bumps and bruises will become more commonplace,
Of course, this milestone is a major league achievement,
But it makes us sit and ponder where the time just went,
When he gets ready, with outstretched hands,
He kneels and then he proudly stands,
“Come to Mama” or “Come to Dada”, we wave our hands and say,
Then he lets go, gains his balance, and is quickly on his
way,
A little teetering and a lot of tottering he takes a step or
two,
We can’t believe he really did it!... “I didn’t video him,
did you?”,
Our baby’s first steps seem to happen overnight,
After cruising the furniture for months, it gives us pure
delight,
First walking, then running and on and on, and on,
Future accomplishments abound for our adorable little one!
Tammy Harvey
Written:
11/17/2017
😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀
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