Growing
Walking, riding, scooting by
Here we are; and time does fly
Waking moments are to see
Rising young ones faithfully.
Many potholes
Several wrecks
Clearing pathways
Sweeping decks.
Confidence
It grows in us
Riding waves
Amongst the fuss.
Reeling in
The fish at sea
Raising you, and
Healing me.
9-2-09
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