First Flight

Patters of little feet
Straying away from home
First thoughts of freedom
First steps of unbroken soles
You were never told
You didn’t know what lay in the cold
Pitter Patter of baby feet
Tracks on virgin snow
You didn’t realize how hard it’d be to trudge there
The patters of tiny feet 
First inklings of independence
Discovering what it really means to be alone

Happy Days,


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