Little legs in the snow find their way through the deep.
She pushes forward with determination toward the slide.
She has a goal, a destination, a reason not to sleep,
Little legs achieve little dreams and withstand the tide-

Of cold winter breezes, frosty nosed sneezes, icy flakes
blowing in her eyes- She knows the pleasure is with the work,
and so she keeps going, though she falls, she tries,
to regain her balance, and lift her knees higher,
she trudges with purpose, and failure unknown-
With my whole heart I pray, that with each passing day,
she remembers these moments, when her little legs are grown.