They are the tools used to keep us standing,
Transportation from point A to point B
To me, however, much more than this,
Ugly as I think they be:
My child of ten, in younger years,
Was a fan of Seuss (as was her mother),
To her I’d read for hours on end,
Lots of books but among all the others,
“The Foot Book” brought my child delight –
How many, many feet,
On my lap, she would repeat the words and laugh,
Those moments were a treat!
Now she is nearly as tall as I,
Boy-band posters on her bedroom walls,
But my baby she’ll always be,
And I’ll treasure these memories of when she was small.