Pitter patter

Pitter patter.
You’re running in your mind.
Your feet won’t stop moving, and you’re racing through time.
Falling is not your fear, as we hold you so steady.
The world becomes more finite, now that you can step across a room.
And yet your possibilities open
There’s no limit to where you might go.
Pitter patter. Pitter, patter.
Little feet taking big steps.
‘I want to run, mum’, I imagine you’d say.
We don’t tell you otherwise. You are running in your mind.
Pitter patter, little one.

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