Feet Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Feet



The pitter patter of baby feet,
Whispered through my room.
I ran after the baby,
But I could not reach.

This baby smiled,
A tender smile.
I smiled back you see.
This moment was a mixture and glee.

This pitter pattering sound,
Was the softest I could hear.
It's innocence I would remember,
From year to year.

Thursday, December 11, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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