How many Soldiers, how many Sailors, how many out there lost forever the first steps of their child because they weren't there to get that big smile and stretched arms to catch their fall?
But there where also other children that were doing their first steps and that never had those supportive standby hands.

From the first wobbling step they do,
the world is a strange place open to explore,
guided by curious eyes that to any fear,
they had yet to taken, their first look,
knowing without knowing that a pair of hands
will be there to stop the fall,
but some of them will learn that,
with the first wobble
the inevitable crash soon will follow
because no pair of supporting
loving hands been there would,
just an empty place of absence
which they were born,
like a snail with its fragile house.

For the toddlers we are all giants
with our head up there, in the clouds,
so, they don’t look up too often
more exiting things are on their world
like a prancing little puppy
or a week old kitten that cannot run,
the ant carrying a green piece of leaf
or a dry leaf rustling on the floor,
but knowing without knowing
that a pair of hands will be there to hold,
while others toddlers will be making
their first step into the unknown
where the only hands they could expect
are that of cruelty…not of love.

Steps of little children, vacillating, wobbling,
they didn’t ask to be put on the road,
but expect your hands to be there to catch
the rosy bundle as they coming to fall,
giving you delight of having been the first
to see a thousand miles journey’s go,
a little head turning to see if you still there
wobbling small legs that will be tired soon;
but remember, when you see another toddler,
that there are places without rainbows,
where children can’t remember loving hands
ever stopping their painful many falls,
although first steps are all the same,
not everyone was done out of love.