Firsts

I’m learning so much everyday.

First, how to nurse,

Painful for mom, of course.

Then, how to smile,

Which makes it worthwhile.

Rolling over wasn’t easy to do.

Neither was picking up my head to look at you.

Scooting along the floor to play

Was difficult, at the least, I’ll say.

Up on my knees to crawl I go,

Faster and faster, but never slow.

Wobbly as I might be.

I like standing at your knee.

I try to step, but then I fall.

I try again, and that’s not all,

Reaching far I grab the coffee table.

To walk around it, I am able.

Da-da, Da-da, I can say,

My first words, to mom’s dismay.

All these firsts happen only one time.

There is no replay and no rewind.

Watch me now, for I won’t wait.

Soon I’ll be grown and it will be too late.

by: Paula Dean Nevsion