My feet fit my body

They fit just the right way.

they are just the right size.

toes and heel

they make their stand

they don’t have to work

for anyone else, but me.

 

they are my feet and I’m glad they are mine.

 

My feet can carry me

where ever I want to go.

On a stroll in the park

down the hall in the mall

across the meadow green.

it doesn’t matter where I want to go.

My feet may complain

but at the end of the day

they are my feet

and I love them just the same.

 

Debra A. K. Thompson