A few months ago,wrapped tightly in a blanket
you were a little fragile fairy,
One bright morning a bigger and stronger you
decided to change how you looked at the world
or how the world looked at you.
You mustered all your strength to get up,
and standing confidently,
basked in the glory of your new status.
Now you stood on your own little feet,
and the pride in your eyes was complimented by your smile.
The anticipation now sizzled,
shoes of different hues,
toys to lure you to take the plunge,
and jokes about wobbly legs filled the air.
Then it happened...
you took your giant leap,
your first shaky steps.
and as you looked up to me
for acknowledgement,
my pride filled my eyes,
and a prayer escaped my lips.
May you walk all avenues of life
with faith and confidence,
and whenever you falter or fail
may HE hold your hand!
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