• shallowdepths 23w

    Stride after stride, we'd go
    Hurrying up to the playground,
    Hers were always longer than mine,
    Keep up, she'd say,
    Then I'd struggle and grovel and crawl
    Through the mud
    Gathering dirt on my pretty dress as we go,
    Till it hit me,
    This was her pace, not mine
    And I let go, of her hand,
    I let go of the dirt, the struggle
    And my dress was pretty again,
    And my knees didn't hurt from all the grovelling anymore,
    And I took steps, my steps,
    Made strides, my strides,
    Took me time, but I got there
    By myself and on my feet,
    And I wouldn't trade that for anything.