The uncertainty of her motor skills makes her lean,
step after wobbly step,
smiling as she walks along the edge of all things reachable,

oblivious to danger. She has twisted her chunky thighs
and roll-cushioned knees into impossible angles, and her head,
apparently hard, has bumped and clunked innumerable surfaces.

She’s got her diaper on, bare belly protruding dangerously
as onward she stumbles across the carpet of the future,
and attempts, free from worry, to walk unaided.


About davestuartjr
Dave Stuart Jr. is a full-time teacher who writes about becoming better, saner teachers at He is a follower of Jesus Christ, a husband to Crystal, and a father to Hadassah, Laura, and Marlena.

One Response to Hadsker

  1. Cute poem! Anyone with a toddler can relate to that one! 🙂

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