I remember the first time I saw those feet.
Toes stretching wide, new life.
I became captivated with the perfection of something
fresh from God's hands and was awed.
I spent days circling you while you slept, snapping pictures.
I'd stumbled upon treasure;
somehow birthed these amazing gems-
and was smitten with every move they made.
Even now I am held captive by their charm.
Reminded of the Father's handiwork.
So I paint them and surround them with cute fashion
yet they are never more beautiful than when they are full naked.
Like that day I first aid eyes on them...on you.
Will I always be entranced by your feet?
I do believe it is a mother's prerogative and declare with loving confidence,
"Until the day I die!"
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