On the occasion of my first born; the boy, starting school, I wrote this. It’s inspired by how I felt watching him do climbing the other day.
Hope you enjoy it. If you do, follow the links at the bottom to see some of my less upbeat poetry.
Climb
Tiny fingers they were
Now strong, they grip a wall
My little boy climbs on
Unafraid of any fall
Chunky shoes with rubber soles
Contain feet once purple and small
Helpless baby we held all night long
Now reaches heights so tall
Climb, little man
Every time a little higher
You grow each day, watched by us
You build your inner fire
And if you cannot reach the top
Scarce it matters then; no need for tears
As we are here to see you safely find
Solid ground that’s free from fears
You’ll try again, again until
You’ve moved much further on
Towards a time when you’ll look down
And see that we are gone
It won’t trouble you, and we’ll return
If ever we are needed
But you will know that by yourself
You have at last succeeded
That wall is life; each hold unsteady
And times you’ll surely fall
But you’ll hang on and find a grip
Until you’re standing tall.
You’ve climbed so high already
And we love that we’re your guide
From tiny toes and fingers
To confidence inside.
Thanks for reading,
Richard
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