I count their blessings
less defined than mine
I count theirs first
that fear in all unknowing
going onwards
disappointed innocence
that’s the worst
All signs in prospect
so elusive
unknown quantities
hazards blind
I steer, advise them
watch and catch them
pointing once again
in hopes they find
Their own distinct paths
though all roads trodden
worn before by others
new to them
I count their blessings
give directions
then stand aside
to let them learn
They’re going forwards
I’ve been there, done that
racing eagerly
all steps a risk
I count their blessings
embrace them as mine
one to seven growing
on my list