My Walker

In the quiet moments of dawn's first light,

My walker stands by, a faithful sight.

With trembling legs and uncertain grace,

It helps me learn to walk, at my own pace.

Each step a challenge, a triumph won,

My walker's there until the day is done.

With every shuffle, a path unfolds,

Guided by my trusty friend, my goal it holds.

I lean upon its sturdy frame,

As I navigate this learning game.

With every stride, a victory's near,

My walker whispers, "Have no fear."

Through days of struggle and nights so long,

My walker's presence keeps me strong.

It's not just steel and wheels, you see,

But a symbol of hope and possibility.

For in its aid, I find my way,

As I grow stronger day by day.

My walker helps me stand tall and true,

Teaching me lessons, both old and new.

So here's to my walker, my steadfast guide,

In this journey of learning to stride.

With its support, I'll never balk,

As it helps me learn to walk, to walk.