I’ve Found My Feet

I’ve found my feet
way down, below.
My life’s complete
with my big toe

And, pinky, too
…and all the rest –
the names of who(m)
I’ve only guessed.

The point, you see,
is they’re all there;
standing, waiting:
my feet, a pair.

-At least, I thought,
as in I sucked,
a glimpse I caught
past tummy, tucked.

Β©2022 Chel Owens

Photo by Kat Smith from Pexels

A follow-up, just for Willow, of “I Cannot See My Feet No More.

Me reading it!

54 thoughts on “I’ve Found My Feet

      1. Honestly, you got a marvelous voice and amazing reading with expression, you just have to close your eyes and publish one to realise how soon you are getting fans. With my voice πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ Seriously no. I never tried that. my voice in my head is admiring, but none can hear thatπŸ˜•πŸ˜‹.

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  1. How lovely to hear you reading this, I am delighted that you have found those feetπŸ’œ.

    You’ve found your feet
    My joy for you’s replete
    We hoped they’d still be there
    But doubt had crept in to be fair.
    Had they gone off on holiday
    While your bump held sway?
    All I can say, Chel my dear
    I’m glad for you, they are still here! πŸ™‚πŸ’œ

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