His hands clasped tightly, one in mine, one in mother's. Days of baby steps made us nod in encouragement -- we let go. Daddy took his first balanced steps post crash. A memory of joy, watching him walk again.
dad's first leap of hope
puddles of joy held my breath--
gleaming roles reversed
June 30, 2020
A MEMORY Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
~Winner: 1st Place
Copyright © Aditi Mishra | Year Posted 2020
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