Your First Steps

Crawling around on the floor,

Watching you move is not a bore

You grab my hands and I stand you up,

When I let go you fall right on your butt

A mother's love is unconditional,

Some might say it's just traditional

One more time I help you to your feet,

With the floor your butt soon will meet

As we both start to get frustrated,

I walk away because I'm irritated

I come back and you are standing,

I have a hard time understanding

You walk across the carpet and jump into my arms,

I hold you close and am very alarmed

I will never in this lifetime forget

Your first steps

The End

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