Tiny shoes on tiny feet
Stumbling moving forward,
Arms raised high the air to beat
Smiles her sweet reward
Mother walking closely by
Father beckoning on
Sister urging her to try
Thoughts of homework gone.
Rosie reaching out her arm
Rocks on trembling limb,
Face now showing some alarm
Throws a glance at him.
Father inches closer then
Reaches toward his girl
Rosie shuffles forward again
Shakes a wayward curl.
Rosie tripping, starts to fall,
Tears begin to glisten
Mother gives a startled call
Sister stops to listen?
Father plucks her from the fall
Strokes the tear stained miss,
Mother reaching, standing tall
Takes her with a kiss.
Could it be that if we trip?
When with life’s cares we bend
There’ll be someone’s hand to grip
An ever watchful friend
“© Ian Grice 2008”
Comments
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Beautiful Sentiments, Poet!!!
I really enjoyed reading this wonderful poem, there is both a warm glow of love surrounding shining family values within these lines, as well as a philosophical question to which you've made an excellent point. Thank you for sharing your muse's creative soul with us. We all really do need one another. One world, one people - you and me. 
Take care & keep smiling!! Peace, Cyn
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i was very moved with this poem Ian
reminds me when mine were babies
also me grandkids
June
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This is so touching and I love the last stanza and the message therein. Could it be? One would certainly hope so. Pam
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Wonderful! I got goosebumps Ian! Miss Rosie is lovely, and you a mighty fine tribute to her, I'd say.
Very sweet, and tender, and it makes me miss when my girls were that little, but only for a moment!
Much love,
jin
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