One after the other after the other in tiny footprints you march, inching your way forward. Your diligence surprises me. Your fortitude gives me hope. You march on and on and on, even when the journey is fraught and the terrain ahead looms dark and thorny, on you go.
It’s the times that you march ahead of me I find astonishing. On you go, with me a few steps behind, marveling at the splendor of you in flight. I fight the need to take control here, to step forward and arrange you differently. But I’ve learnt, you see, that when you fly ahead it is wise for me to stay back, for it is at these times that you are at your most beautiful. You astound me. I am humbled that you would choose me to walk behind you. And all I can do in these moments is hold my breath and pray that you never stop marching.