They say that pride comes before a fall.
In fear of this possibility, pride is a thing
I have usually tried to avoid.
Too often it comes only to disguise anger.
Justification! I was right, and they were wrong.
Easy then to slip and fall.
But sometimes pride comes unbidden.
Today, my two year old grandchild spoke to me.
Hello and goodbye, she said, and I was proud.
Perhaps there is a lesson here.
Maybe a little pride is something I'll let by.
Time will tell, if there is time.