Learning How To Walk

Yesterday on my walk with Knox,

I tripped and fell upon the grass.

Cushioned by its softness,

I lay awhile, grateful

I wasn’t injured and was

so gently held. As I grow older

and my sure-footedness shrinks,

I find steadiness in things like

the sweet smell of honeysuckle,

the softness of the grass,

the companionship of Knox.



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