Her feet
Were like tiny creatures
Wrapped in gossamer.
And I rubbed them while the children passed.
Then, lazing in my morning bed,
With the soft sound of rain at the glass,
I thought of rubbing
Those tiny feet,
And impressing those silly children.
And, with eyes closed,
And head tossed back on pillow,
I realized
I was smiling. . .
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