Stumble and Fall

Watching my daughter fall for the umpteenth time,
her head meeting the coffee table, I gasp.  Each
of her little spills as she toddles from here to there
seem to take more time off my life.  I ask the gods
to give me a little bit of the suffering and pain
to carry along with me as I toddle down my list
of daily to-do's.  I also wonder, who is there 
to bear my pain when I stumble and fall?  

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