Mine are the feet that pressed and kicked in your womb
Unaware of the steps that await me soon.
Mine are the little feet that you kiss each day,
The feet that are a big part of my play.
Mine are the feet that will soon go pitter patter,
Knowing where I’m going won’t seem to matter.
Mine are the feet that grow so fast,
Never a shoe will seem to last.
Mine are the feet that will go off to school,
Knowledge and wisdom will soon become my tools.
Mine are the feet that will lead me to graduate.
The feet that will guide the paths that I take.
Mine are the feet, that when finally grown,
Will stop and remember all the paths they have known.