Steps

First little steps

as we hold on

with little grips of fingers

on your smooth caring hand.



Then moving on

to fall or not

determined to walk

on our own



Those tiny steps

became big ones

from walking off to run

but still off balance



Steady steps became

more of a stride

just with watchful eyes

no arms to longer catch



As we grow, we move

we decide, we took flight

our little steps no more

on our own we fly



We fall, we rise

we stood unabated

we searched, we found

our steps then mastered



With these steps

there will always be

someone walking along side

our destiny



Her hands to hold

when we started our steps

Now her hands to hold

for showing us the way.



To my mom and with

each step of my way

I simply am grateful

for what I am today.