When you were a baby in my belly I used to call them 'twinkle toes' as you pushed your way around trying to get comfortable. As you grew we all laughed at my 'Frankenstein' belly as you twisted and turned.
Now you are here, every little toes is kissed to death. I stare in amazement at the tiny lines God has placed. The fluff between your miniature toes makes me smile. We massaged your big toe nail so they would grow over your skin. You love to kick your feet in the bath so much that you get cranky when you hit your head on the side of the laundry sink.
- Poem -
Tell me, what is half so sweet
As a baby’s tiny feet,
Pink and dainty as can be,
Like a coral from the sea?
Talk of jewels strung in rows,
Gaze upon those little toes,
Fairer than a diadem,
With the mother kissing them!
It is morning and she lies
Uttering her happy cries,
While her little hands reach out
For the feet that fly about.
Then I go to her and blow
Laughter out of every toe;
Hold her high and let her place
Tiny footprints on my face.
Little feet that do not know
Where the winding roadways go,
Little feet that never tire,
Feel the stones or trudge the mire,
Still too pink and still too small
To do anything but crawl,
Thinking all their wanderings fair,
Filled with wonders everywhere.
Little feet, so rich with charm,
May you never come to harm.
As I bend and proudly blow
Laughter out of every toe,
This pray, that God above
Shall protect you with His love,
And shall guide those little feet
Safely down life’s broader street.
Baby Feet by Edgar Guest
