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Sunday, July 05, 2015
Last Night
Her Feet
I remember kissing them
So tiny, soft, boneless
Toenails smaller than a wish.
Thinking then
They would
Dance and run
On golden sands
And splash sparkles
Around her of blue
Atlantic rainbows
It was last night
I saw them in
Oyster pink leather
Worn, used, middle-aged
And
I remembered kissing them
So tiny, soft, boneless
Toenails smaller than a wish.
July 5, 2015
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this poem is beautiful..it touched my heart. ann.
ReplyDeleteWe never forget the wonder of tiny fingers and toes. Beautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteI'm trying a second time...This was lovely. I would love to go somewhere accessed only by ferry...
ReplyDelete'Toenails smaller than a wish'
ReplyDeleteHeavenly. Thanks for making my day.
xxx
Pants
I smile
ReplyDeleteremember all of my babies
numbering 4 :)