Thank you Rochelle for posting the Friday-Fictioneers photo-prompt. The picture was provided by Amanda Forestwood, and looks like it is wonderful path for a country ramble.
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The Importance of being Odd
On the first step, I knelt, and Jennifer shouted for joy.
On the third step, I swaddled David.
Son, you are wonderful.
On the fifth step, three-year-old Mary whispered, ‘I love you, daddy.’
On the seventh step, David married, and along came James.
Mary shouted, “I’m a teenage aunt.”
On the eighth step, our hearts broke as Jennifer passed.
On the eleventh, Mary gave birth to Jessica.
Everyone said, Grandpa’s life was on an even keel.
On the twelfth, Jessica and James drowned sailing my yacht.
My saddest steps were always even.
I pray my last step will be odd.