A Child's First Steps

His feet wobble.

By Darla M SeelyPublished a day ago • Updated about 24 hours ago • 1 min read

Photo by Fernanda Greppe on Unsplash

Tiny feet wobble.

Hands reach out for my support.

New worlds open wide.

childrens poetry

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Darla M Seely

I am 58 years old. I love to write poems, crochet, take photos, and make scrapbooks. I write poems about Jesus, love, friendship, how to improve, forgiveness, my cat, holidays. I enjoy making afghans for friends, family, taking photos

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His feet wobble.

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