Dance of Life

Tiny left on your giant right;
right foot on your left.
Little arms lifted high, outstretched
to join with yours, above my head.
One step forward; now another one.
Your stride is long, and mine is short.
I fall midst giggles and spluttering mirth
and we try again; and again.
Dancing those first steps
at eighteen months old;
the nascence of both memory
and my Dance of Life.



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