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,
Afam