Everyday Poems

Gently Without looking

But seeing

Her back to the world

She guides me forward

Fingers barely touching mine

Floating feet that

Almost caress the ground

A nudge here, a pull there

The way a mother

Cajoles a first step

Don’t look at them

Look at me

Keep your eyes on me

I know she’s thinking

Towards the goal

A better way

Propelled by the soft breeze

Of life