Mommy

A step through the door

And up the steps we go.

My tiny hand at her knees,

One, two, three, four,

Counting the step we walk up.

Five, six, seven, eight,

Reaching the landing,

But it's too late.

A simple push to her knees

And down she goes.

Mommy's head is turning red

And I call out her name

"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy"

As my Daddy takes me away.