Steps





My father in front of me

behind the white wooden gate

he leaning against the red cadillac

with others

a corner look


as I watched my left foot in the air

I was trying to balance me on the pavement


my first steps

beside me my mother wearing a patterned dress

my grandmother behind

with brown skirt 

and a starched white blouse


I noticed the roses

the grass

the flowerbeds

the smell of the air

the trees

the rumour of dripping water

falling in a tank

the blue and white sky

the garden of freedom

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