Holding Henry's Hands

Holding Henry’s hands as he
Perambulates the room
Imbues him with the power
Which he cannot quite assume.

He knows the basics – right foot, left,
But balance is elusive;
Desire, though, outpaces skill
So Nanas are conducive.

But very soon he’ll have the knack;
He won’t need my assistance
And then there’ll come a day
When holding hands will meet resistance.

And so for now we walk and walk,
His hands and mine connected,
Wherever he may lead until
This walking thing’s perfected.