Holding Henry's Hands

Holding Henry’s hands as he Perambulates the room Imbues him with the power Which he cannot quite assume. He knows the basics – right foot, left, But balance is elusive; Desire, though, outpaces skill So Nanas are conducive. But very soon he’ll have the knack; He won’t need my assistance And then there’ll come a day When holding hands will meet resistance. And so for now we walk and walk, His hands and mine connected, Wherever he may lead until This walking thing’s perfected.