In the living room between separated couches,
Sun beaming on the wall while suspense arouses.
Only nine months old in front of me,
Ready, Set, Go! One, two, three.
Step, Step, fall as I shout with glee,
Eyes wide open staring at me
Yellow cotton onesie, slippers made with fur
Smiles, and grabs her.
Buttery skin held tightly to my warm chest,
Heavenly father I truly feel blessed.
Like I won the lottery,
But to think of her would be like a sunset property,
My nine-month-old ready to stumble to her success
With her first steps, progress.