Little Feet

I found one more poem I wrote about Isaiah, so again, in honor of his “gotcha day” I will share it with you.

Little Feet

I love these little feet

They have walked across African soil

Now they rest and sleep

These feet have seen the women weep

They have seen the men’s great toil

In the dry and barren streets

These feet have stepped on paths of death

Yet they thrive now in the light

These feet have known what hunger is

They have known the darkness, known the bliss

They have known the agony of the night

They have felt the wonder of the breath

I love these little feet

These feet that come from African soil

Now they rest and sleep

And in my heart I sense the deep

And the pleasure in the tumultuous toil

That brought him from the barren street

And now he rests at home

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