Here I Am
Here I am, nearly eighty,
Stomping along like a one year old,
With arms spread to add balance
In case I fall over.
Truly it is my second childhood,
And I watch adults who walk
So confidently and easily over the earth.
And I watch them and laugh with
The joy of seeing them
And realising again what wonders
Children are who fall many times
And stand again until they conquer it.
I too laugh because having walked,
Danced and jumped from rock to rock,
And now do not glide but stomp
I still feel joy because I am learning
To walk again – slowly and with a stick