One night I dreamed, I was walking with you on the green grass
Many little stories you shared in your continuous chatter,
In each story you held my hand,
Or maybe it was I, who held yours.
I could never tell the difference but I recall, each time,
You heard a sound you were unfamiliar with,
Or saw a bug or a bee wander too close,
You raised your arms and I picked you up.
Years from now as I will read this, I will wonder though of one thing,
No matter how pretty our shoes and how straight our gait,
It wasn’t I who took that first step,
No it was you, my darling child,
… and I just followed along.
( When shadows tell a tale, you have to pause and listen, even if it is only in a dream. The words were inspired by Mary Stevenson’s famous Footprints)