Following his feet
As they make their way along the growth chart
Has always been tricky,
As I’ve never really known
What size they’ve grown into,
And hence his footprints
Have always been
Misinterpreted;
From the first moments
He trod the boards of the living room floor
The stage was set,
As he went from floppy,
And badly concocted booties,
To a more resolute
And foot worthy
Version;
Interpreted to take
Him further and hold him sturdier in his step,
But still cunningly
Built when determining
The correct size to apply,
Although more likely
To last until his
Feet fit well,
And right up to now,
When no sooner have I had his feet measured,
And collected
The correct sneakers,
Than his toes have begun to peak
Out of the ends
And I’ve got to
Begin again.
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