A Poem about Walking Sticks as Gifts

A walking stick — a humble thing,

Yet holds the grace that love can bring.

For those we cherish, frail with years,

Who walk through life with aches and fears.

A walking stick - a humble thing

It may not seem a welcome gift,

Some see it as a solemn shift —

A sign of age, a slow decline,

Not yet the path they’d choose as mine.

But time will come, as time will do,

When joints grow stiff and steps askew,

And better then to stand prepared,

Than risk the fall when none have cared.

A stick, when given not in haste,

But wrapped in thought, in gentle grace,

Can rest beside the wall for weeks,

Ignored, while pride within them speaks.

Yet on a quiet, trying day,

They'll reach, and fears may fade away —

For there it stands, both firm and kind,

A token of the love you’ve signed.

Its handle smooth, perhaps engraved

Its handle smooth, perhaps engraved,

A message from the heart that saved.

Each time it helps them rise or roam,

It leads them back to life, to home.

So gift a stick not as goodbye,

But as a way to let them fly —

To walk with strength, to walk with pride,

With you, in spirit, by their side.