Pink soles, cross hatched
to keep her upright.
Walking’s kinda new.
Ribbons short with lace
collar ’round about
soft pudgy ankles.
Monstrous things
those rubber boats
bumping ‘cross the carpet.
Stop now, beside heels
patent, shiny, black.
Little fingers stretch.
Through the air
in hands strong,
sure and warm.
Flying, flying
cross fields of pink,
down streams of pillows.
Safe again with kisses
tender, cashmere arms
wrapped tight.
Happy sneakers dangle.
© Linda Manning, 2010
Was at GUD and saw you’d posted this. Very cool poem! Last line sealed it.