A Poem of Laddership

In the quiet shadow, unseen yet strong,
The ladder stands, where hearts belong.
Not at the top, but holding the frame,
A steady guide, not seeking fame.

Each rung is built of love’s embrace,
A place for others to find their space.
To rise, to shine, to reach the skies,
A ladder lifts, but never tries.

The leader walks, not ahead, but near,
Whispering courage, dissolving fear.
Hands extended, eyes that see,
The infinite worth of “you” and “we.”

It’s not the climb, but how you serve,
The steady strength, the gentle nerve.
To hold the weight of dreams untold,
With humble hands, so strong, so bold.

For laddership is not command,
But fertile earth, the helping hand.
A way to grow, to rise, to stand,
Together, we build a brighter land.