Last night I held my arms to you And you held yours to mine And started out to march to me As any soldier fine. You lifted up your little feet And laughingly advanced; And I stood there and gazed upon Your first wee steps, entranced. You gooed and gurgled as you came Without a sign of fear; As though you knew, your journey o'er, I'd greet you with a cheer. And, what is more, you seemed to know, Although you are so small, That I was there, with eager arms, To save you from a fall. Three tiny steps you took, and then, Disaster and dismay! Your over-confidence had led Your little feet astray. You did not see what we could see Nor fear what us alarms; You stumbled, but ere you could fall I caught you in my arms. You little tyke, in days to come You'll bravely walk alone, And you may have to wander paths Where dangers lurk unknown. And, Oh, I pray that then, as now, When accidents befall You'll still remember that I'm near To save you from a fall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MARY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TERMINUS (1) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON EPITAPH INTENDED FOR SIR ISAAC NEWTON, IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY by ALEXANDER POPE MY LETTERS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE OLD KIRK YARD by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY HYMN TO THE WINDS by JOACHIM DU BELLAY |