The baby grabbed her mother’s fingers
She pushed upon her small, determined legs
Her body struggled upright limber
A way beyond, her older sister danced
Her shaky stride set out with ardor
She grasped her anchor firmly as, by chance,
I heard her clear delighted laughter.
What can her purity gain from experience?
Whew! I started this one a bit randomly, and really had to wrestle with myself to find the question that would give it some meaning