Other people's feet:
Ode to My Feet by Holly C., Fall River, MA
With guilt my mind does now my mouth dictate
To honor two fine workers and to state
That it has surely been too long a wait
To greet my worthy FEET - which are first rate!
It's true that no one does appreciate
These body parts which carry so much weight
And so, their glories I now indicate
By thanking both my right foot and its mate:
"Oh thank you, my dear friends, who often sate
My expectations - do not abdicate
Your low position or your soles deflate
With thoughts of baseness; these will all abate
As I, to you, these kudos designate.
Oh thank you for running when I am late
And cramming into heels when on a date,
For tapping patiently during a wait
And making do with toes ugly innate
For failing, somehow, me to aggravate
When wracked by cuts and warts, which we both hate
While wearing shoes which soon disintegrate
(Their length never exceeding a size eight).
Oh yes! And just to clean that nasty slate
If ever excess does inebriate
My brain, please help me walk that straight line straight,
Please carry me away from useless prate
And dance when I'm alone and desolate
And raise my body from the heel to pate
When I'm too tired to lift that heavy freight
And I, in turn, will surely emulate
Your efforts, if my will is half so great.
So cheer and never be disconsolate
For you are prized past what man can equate!"
Dreamed the thong of my sandal broke.
Nothing to hold it to my foot.
How shall I walk?
Barefoot?
The sharp stones, the dirt. I would
hobble.
And–
Where was I going?
Where was I going I can't
go to now, unless hurting?
Where am I standing, if I'm
to stand still now?
Leilani's Booties by O'Lila
Little girl, so cute in pink,
Did you or daddy ever think
that in your precious baby booties
you'd be a website's toddling cutie?
Grandma's darling tiny toes,
sweet as a cupcake in ribbons and bows,
with happy little steps you run
laughing, playing, having fun .
When you get bigger and start to dance,
And go to parties and find romance,
The girls at Stacey's feet wish you
An endless supply of beautiful shoes.
Vernal Toes by O'Lila
Those bare trees remember the long winter
Better than my slender, smiling toes do.
I kept those precious digits warm in woolies
From the day the first golden ash leaves fell.
With pretty nails, like little bowls of borscht,
My toes rise up to greet Spring.
Fuzzy socks won't keep them from the sky.
I lost the last pair a few steppes back.
