A gentle chime, the pitter-patter of tiny feet on the plain floor, groggy steps to find her mothership.
Her eyes full of sleep and body swaying as she walks, a cuddle is what she seeks and waits for my open arms.
Thus begin our days, seeking each other out, for everyone needs a hug.
It wasn't always like this, she would wake up and cry. For she was still a baby and always wanted me nearby.
She learned to call out, i taught her that and she even learnt to climb out of bed
Though i was a proud mom, folks around got me worried. "She isn't walking yet", they said. "Look how weak she is" , they said
I rallied on, trusting my child and giving her her time, what's there to hurry up when she has been doing just perfectly fine.
One fine day, out of the blue, after taking hesitant steps between the table and the stool; there my champion was walking in style, hands in the air celebrating her stride
My daughter's anklets, her sweet innocence. Her perseverance and confidence, her independence and my dependence.
Her eyes full of sleep and body swaying as she walks, a cuddle is what she seeks and waits for my open arms.
Thus begin our days, seeking each other out, for everyone needs a hug.
It wasn't always like this, she would wake up and cry. For she was still a baby and always wanted me nearby.
She learned to call out, i taught her that and she even learnt to climb out of bed
Though i was a proud mom, folks around got me worried. "She isn't walking yet", they said. "Look how weak she is" , they said
I rallied on, trusting my child and giving her her time, what's there to hurry up when she has been doing just perfectly fine.
One fine day, out of the blue, after taking hesitant steps between the table and the stool; there my champion was walking in style, hands in the air celebrating her stride
My daughter's anklets, her sweet innocence. Her perseverance and confidence, her independence and my dependence.
