Tiny Toes
A poem for my wee ones
Tiny, wee, a grain of a soul. You were made from the wondrous secret of the universe— and the secret is love.
When I think of you, little one, I think of the dusty night sky, lit with millions of glowing stars, because it steals my breath away just the same.
Flutters, flitter— a tiny dance of life. I hope you know how deeply loved you already are.
Because when I think of you, little one, I think of an enchanted forest— soft moss blanketing ever-growing trees, the whistling breeze woven with birdsong, a harmony, a quiet symphony.
Tumbling, stretching, rolling— learning how it feels to be here. A love I thought I knew, yet my heart has grown more, and so have you.
And there you are, my sweet little love. Your tiny toes, your softly pursed lips. Angelic, untouched, innocent— a reminder of all that is still good, still tender, still joyful in this world.
My oh my, those tiny toes.
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Krysten Guilbault
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