a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Thursday, October 10, 2013

For Poetry Jam: Steps

If we're lucky
Our first steps are
Hopefully into
Trustworthy arms

The next steps
Are guided
By loving hands
Keeping us from harm

Then we climb
Step after step
Planning our choices
Are charmed.
For Poetry Jam:  Steps
and for my grandsons:
Andrew, Jake and Zander
May all your steps be true.

13 comments:

Josie Two Shoes said...

Love the photo, love the poem! Taking those first steps into arms that are loving and will guide us makes all the difference. Your grandsons are on their way and with you behind them I don't see how they can go wrong! :-)

alan1704 said...

By loving hands - hands that will always be there for us and to guide us. Great poem and full of love.

Dip-Dip and the Bridge said...

A perfect description of growing up!
Lynne x

Sandy said...

These Hands.....Are Strong I know :-)

I bet the boy's don't look this young any more. Grand kids grow up so fast.

Sandra said...

beautiful words, thoughts and boys...

Laurie Kolp said...

Oh, the wide spectrum of steps we take in a lifetime!

SaraV said...

Gail, what a warm and wonderful poem--I hope all those things for your beautiful grandkids too :-)

Sue said...

Touching poem...and I loved the message from Grandma, too.

=)

Mary said...

I love the different kinds of steps you wrote about. Warmly expressed.

LindaG said...

Wonderful picture, Brilliant post.
Have a good night, Gail. ♥

Saucy Kodz said...

My Mom' n Dad's waiting arms were always there, my older brother looked out for me - I had guardian angels keeping watch over me at certain phases of my life - I was very sick as a child and in hospital far from home and strangers arms opened to catch me as I remember those first steps when the body cast came off. I have been most fortunate Gail with the love and care in my life. I am most grateful and yes, I do give it in great abundance. The boys sure are growing and I can tell you one thing for sure - I will hear Andrew sing someday - that's my little faraway dream. This is a beautiful photo and touching poem. Hugs to you n yours :)

Mary Ann Potter said...

"Planning our steps will be charmed" means that we've trusted all along. That line is especially memorable! Nicely done, nicely presented. (Loved the photo of the kids!)

Susan Lindquist said...

what a nice blessing (or charm) to give to your grandsons ... and to all children!

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