gait, nudge, ripen
He stumbles towards me; his shambling gait
That of a drunkard in one older than he,
But in his childish state
A march as majestic as any monarch.
One day he will mature
Burst forth from this beginning; ripen
And walk with a stride that’s sure
Be confident and proud.
But for now, we are pleased, he
And I, with this beginning.
I would not nudge him on to be
Any more than he, toddling, is.