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