Mom your stride is too long.
I cannot keep up.
Dad slows his step,
paying attention to me,
but then speeds on until
he pays attention again.
We hold hands when approaching colored lights.
I try to count how many steps equal one of his.
Usually more than 3, sometimes 2.
It’s hard to figure.
I can do 2 for 1 Mom stride, when we first leave.
Then it gets crazy. I half run, walk, skip twice to
keep up. I keep trying to count.
We step down a curb where Mom will
toe walk even faster. Yup, her heals won’t even
touch the ground until we step up the curb again.
Once I tried giant strides when Mom was toe walking.
It kinda worked but my shoulder got sore.
I grew. My stride grew too.
Now Mom and Dad walk with wheelchairs.
They never ask to slow when I push them.
I wonder if they ever count.
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