No one remembers their first steps,
Wobbly feet on quiet floors.
First words, first falls,
Soft laughter, stifled cries.
How could we?
Through life, we stumble,
We break,
We mend,
We rise.
We grow.
And even if memory fades,
We feel.
We carry warmth in our bones,
Echoes of hands that caught us.
Comfort and safety,
Leaps of faith, despite the fall.
Steady voices in the dark,
Arms that held us home.
And I will love, I will guide.
Not all things are mine to keep.
Only those who remain
Will write the rest.
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