Walking

The Wednesday poetry prompt was to write about “Walking.”  Pretty straightforward. Here is my first offering, though there may be another a bit later.

Father and child

First and Last

First tentative steps
that lead
inevitably
to running,
laughing all the while,
then sobbing in dismay
at baby’s first
tumble.

A lifetime of steps,
and it is
unknowable
where they will
lead that child
in his life.

Unimaginable the miles
the old man has walked
and the places
he has been.

And in this far distant
future, at the end,
it is certain that
the last tentative steps
lead inevitably
to infirmity
and dismay
at grandpa’s
last tumble.

 

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