What I love about her feet
29 October 2015
Her beautiful feet
They accompany me so
Pitter-patter drops
I hear them often
In my memories’ landscapes
As they run uphill
I love their rivers
So tiny yet so graceful
Etched in her soft skin
She came out of me
Rosy-faced not touched by age
Soft and smooth, taut skin
Fretting in twined month
She barely missed the Ninth toll
Divided by Three
I looked on in awe
What I love about her feet
Is how strong they are
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Awww.. I was obsessed with my kids feet when they were little 🙂 beautiful!
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Thank you. I am sure your kids feet must have been beautiful too. I can see it in the appreciation you have had of this poem. She really did have beautiful feet and continues to and she is strong, very strong. Her feet too I daresay 🙂
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Blessings to her! 🙂
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