From womb we are destined
From cradle my fate is in my hands
Cries of fear and wonder for the umptenth time.
There is that dream to speak
While mouth wide open could only babble and spit.

My waddling hands ready to grab and I willed it
I tossed and cried for every failed attempt
After much struggles I turned and placed my hands firmly
On the soft surface that had always carressed my back.

I look down at my four legs
Determination made it two wobbly legs
I dream of also tapping about with pride
And not...