As you slip out of the inner darkness
I shout out incoherent words
then lose myself at our first touch.
I marvel at the smallness of your feet
As you reach for my comfort
With your unsure hand

Keeping grasp of my sheltering hand
we rock away the darkness
and provide each other comfort.
Testing untried words
And rising on unsteady feet
Nothing now is safe from your questing touch

With one last touch
You let slip the confine of my hand
And I listen to the fading scuffle of your feet.
But in the night time darkness
You still call for me with soft words
For me to give you comfort

Your strength gives me comfort
And I marvel at your steady touch
But still I call out last words
Of advice and grasp your hand
To remind you that I will still be here for you in the darkness
As you walk towards the future with questing feet

You walk now with firm feet
Towards him and he gives you comfort
In the still and quiet darkness.
Yearning for his touch
With it’s strong and loving hand
As you murmur indistinct words

I listen to your joyful words
That describes the smallness of your new daughter’s feet.
Walking with a tired gait, I am grateful for your hand
That steadies me and gives me comfort
And your soft touch
That soothes me while I await the coming of the darkness.

I sense the touch of your hand and the love of your words
As I slip into the outer darkness, I remember the wonder of your tiny feet.
The memories give me comfort, as I no longer feel your touch.