My First Steps

My First Steps


My first steps I took today,
“Are you walking?”, mother cried,
I just looked and walked away,
My mother smiled, and then she sighed.


I was a preemie; born to soon,
I struggled; struggled night to dawn,
My Mom and Dad o’er me would swoon,
The three of us would carry on.


My head too big for body now,
A tiny hole within my heart,
Some fluid in my brain somehow,
And this, my parents, their first start.


Yes, these my parents, oh so grand,
They did not flinch one little bit,
I am their son; by me they’d stand,
They’d pull me though with tougher grit.


And, step by step I would advance,
My family loved me through it all,
This is my lot; my happenstance,
But, progress no one could forestall.


I’m steppin’ now; I’m steppin’ out,
I’ve proved that prayer, and grace above,
Can come in time with one’s devout,
True witness to His wondrous love!


Peter Lowell Paulson
September 19, 2012